"What's this?"

"Belongs to Johnny Two-Hawks. He hid it that night behind my flatirons
on the range. Why, Cutty, he's rich!"

"Did he show the contents?"

"Only the money and the bonds. He said if he had died the money and
bonds would have been mine.

"Providing Gregor was also dead." Cutty looked into the wallet, but
disturbed nothing. "I imagine these funds are actually Gregor's."

"He told me to give the wallet to you. And so I waited. I fell asleep.
So please don't scold me."

"I'm a brute! But it's because you've become so much to me that I was
angry. You're Tommy and Molly's girl, and I've got to watch out for you
until you reach some kind of a port."

"Thank you for the flowers. You'll never know just what they did for me.
There was somebody who gave me a thought."

"Kitty, I honestly don't get you. A beauty like you, lonesome!"

"That's it. I am pretty. Why should I deny it? If I'd been homely I
shouldn't have been ashamed to invite my friends to my shabby home. I
shouldn't have cold shouldered everybody through false pride. But where
have you been, and what have you been doing?"

"Official business. But I just missed being a fine jackass. I'll look
into the wallet after I've cleaned up. I'm a mess of gore and dust. Is
it interesting stuff?" dreading her answer.