From a window in one of the vacant warehouses, twenty-odd feet away Cutty, from an oblique angle, had witnessed the peculiar drama without being able to grasp head or tail to it.

For two hours he had crouched behind his window, watching the man on the cot and wondering if he would ever turn his face toward the candlelight.

Then Karlov had entered.
Gregor's ironic calm--with the exception of the time he had bared his throat--and Karlov's tempestuous exit baffled him.

To the eye it had the appearance of a victory for Gregor and a defeat for Karlov, but Cutty had long ago ceased to believe his eyes without some corroborative evidence of auricular character.
He had recognized both men.

Karlov answered to Kitty's description as an old glove answers to the hand.