"Just as you say," agreed the surgeon. "That's all I can do for the
present. I'll run down to the entrance and wait for The nurse."

"Will he live?" asked Kitty.

"Of course he will. He is in good physical condition. Imagine he has
simply been knocked out. Serious only if unattended. Your finding him
probably saved him. Twelve hours will tell the story. May be on his feet
inside a week. Still, it would be advisable to keep him in bed as long
as possible. Fagged out, I should say, from that beard. I'll go down and
wait for Miss Frances."

"And ring three tunes when you return," advised Cutty.

"All right. Did they try to strangle him or did he have something round
his neck?"

"Hanged if I know."

"All out of the room now. I want it dark. Just as soon as the nurse
arrives I'll return. Three rings." Harrison left the apartment.

Cutty spent a few minutes at the telephone, then he joined Kitty in the
living room.

"Kitty, what was the stranger like?"

"Like a gorilla. He spoke English as if he had a cold."

Cutty scowled into space. "Have a scar over an eyebrow?"

"Good gracious, I couldn't tell! Both his eyes were black and his nose
banged dreadfully. Johnny Two-Hawks probably did it."