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〃It seems to me I've seen those clothes somewhere before； and I
guess now we'll take a look at your face so that there won't be any
question about recognition the next time we meet。〃
The Adventurer laughed softly。
〃There will be none on my part；〃 he said calmly。 〃It's Danglar；
isn't it？ I am surely not mistaken。 Parson Danglar； alias … ah！
Please don't do that！〃
It seemed to Rhoda Gray that it happened in the space of time it
might take a watch to tick： The newcomer stooping to the floor；
and lifting the candle with the obvious intention of thrusting it
into the Adventurer's face … a glint of metal； as the Adventurer
whipped a revolver from the side pocket of his coat …and then；
how they got there she could not tell； it was done so adroitly and
swiftly； the thumb and forefinger of the Adventurer's left hand
had closed on the candle wick and snuffed it out； and the garret
was in darkness。
There was a savage oath； a snarl of rage from the man whom the
Adventurer had addressed as Danglar； then an instant s silence； and
then the Adventurer's voice … from the doorway：
〃I beg of you not to vent your disappointment on the lady … Danglar。
I assure you that she is in no way responsible for my visit here；
and； as far as that goes； never saw me before in her life。 Also；
it is only fair to tell you； in case you should consider leaving
here too hurriedly； that I am really not at all a bad shot … even
in the dark。 I bid you good…night； Danglar … and you my dear lady！〃
Danglar's voice rose again in a flood of profane rage。 He stumbled
and moved around in the dark。
〃Damn it！〃 he shouted。 〃Where are the matches？ Where's the lamp？
This cursed candle's put enough to the bad already！ Do you hear？
Where's the lamp？〃
〃It's over dere on de floor； bust to pieces；〃 mumbled Rhoda Gray。
〃Youse'll find the matches on de washstand； an …〃
〃What's the idea？〃 There was a sudden； steel…like note dominating
the angry tones。 〃What are you handing me that hog…wash language
for？ Eh？ It's damned queer！ There's been damned queer doings
around here ever since last night！ See？ What's the idea？〃
Rhoda Gray felt her face whiten in the darkness。 It was the slip
she had feared； the slip that she had had to take the chance of
making； and which； if it were not retrieved； and instantly retrieved；
now that it was made； meant discovery； and after that … She shivered
a little。
〃You needn't lose your head； just because you've lost your temper！〃
she said tartly； in a guarded whisper。 〃The door into the hall is
still wide open； isn't it？〃
〃Oh； all right！〃 he said； his tones a sort of sullen admission that
her retort was justified。 〃But even now your voice sounds off color。〃
Rhoda Gray bridled。
〃Does it？〃 she snapped at him。 〃I've got a cold。 Maybe you'd get
one too； and maybe your voice would be off color； if you had to live
in a dump like this； and …〃
〃Oh； all right； all right！〃 he broke in hurriedly。 〃For Heaven's
sake don't start a row！ Forget it！ See？ Forget it！〃 He walked
over to the door； peered out； swore savagely to himself； shut the
door； held the candle up to circle the garret； and scowled as its
rays fell upon the shattered pieces of the lamp in the corner then；
returning； he set the candle down upon the chair and began to pace
restlessly； three or four steps each way； up and down in front of
the bed。
Rhoda Gray； from the edge of the bed； shifted back until her
shoulders rested against the wall。 Danglar； too； was dressed like
a gentleman … but Danglar's face was not appealing。 The little
round black eyes were shifty； they seemed to possess no pupils
whatever； and they roved constantly； there was a hard； unyielding
thinness about the lips； and the face itself was thin； almost gaunt；
as though the skin had had to accommodate itself to more than was
expected of it； and was elastically stretched over the cheek…bones。
〃Well； I'm listening！〃 jerked out the man abruptly。 〃You knew our
game at Skarbolov's was queered。 You got the 'seven…three…nine；'
didn't you？〃
〃Yes； of course； I got it；〃 answered Rhoda Gray。 〃What about it？〃
〃For two weeks now； yes； more than two weeks〃 … the man's voice
rasped angrily … 〃things have been going wrong； and some one has
been butting in and getting away with the goods under our noses。
We know now； from last night； that it must have been the White Moll；
for one； though it's not likely she worked all alone。 Skeeny dropped
to the fact that the police were wise about Skarbolov's； and that's
why we called it off； and the 'seven…three…nine' went out。 They
must have got wise through shadowing the White Moll。 See？ Then
they pinch her； but she makes her get…away； and comes here； and； if
the dope I've got is right； you hand Rough Rorke one； and help her
to beat it again。 It looks blamed funny … doesn't it？ … when you
come to consider that there's a leak somewhere！〃
〃Is that so！〃 Rhoda Gray flashed back。 〃And did you know before
last night that it was the White Moll who was queering our game？〃
〃If I had；〃 the man gritted between his teeth； 〃I'd …〃
〃Well； then； how did you expect me to know it？〃 demanded Rhoda Gray
heatedly。 〃And if the White Moll happens to know Gypsy Nan； as she
knows everybody else through her jellies and custards and fake
charity； and happens to be near here when she gets into trouble；
and beats it for here with the police on her heels； and asks for
help； what do you expect Gypsy Nan's going to do if she wants to
stand any chance of sticking around these parts … as Gypsy Nan？〃
The man paused in his walk； and； jerking back his hat； drew his
hand nervously across his forehead。
〃You make me tired！〃 said Rhoda Gray wearily。 〃Do you think you
could find the door without too much trouble？〃
Danglar resumed his pacing back and forth； but more slowly now。
〃Oh； I know！ I know； Bertha！〃 he burst out heavily。 〃I'm talking
through my hat。 You've got the roughest job of any of us； old girl。
Don't mind what I'm saying。 Something's badly wrong； and I'm half
crazy。 It's certain now that the White Moll's the one that's been
doing us； and what I really came down here for to…night was to tell
you that your job from now on was to get the White Moll。 You helped
her last night。 She doesn't know you are anybody but Gypsy Nan； and
so you're the one person in New York she'll dare try to communicate
with sooner or later。 Understand？ That's what I came for； not to
talk like a fool … but that fellow I found here started me off。
Who is he？ What did he want？〃
〃He wanted the White Moll； too；〃 said Rhoda Gray； with a short laugh。
〃Oh； he did； eh！〃 Danglar's lips twisted into a sudden； merciless
smile。 〃Well； go on！ Who is he？〃
〃I don't know who he is；〃 Rhoda Gray answered a little impatiently。
〃He said he was an adventurer … if you can make anything out of that。
He said he got the White Moll away from Rough Rorke last night； after
Rorke had arrested her； and then he doped the rest out the same as
you have … that he could find the White Moll again through Gypsy Nan。
I don't know what he wanted her for。〃
〃That's better！〃 snarled Danglar； the merciless smile still on his
lips。 〃I thought she must have had a pal； and we know now who her
pal is。 It's open and shut that she's sitting so tight she hasn't
been able to get into touch with him； and that's what's worrying
Mr。 Adventurer。〃
Rhoda Gray； save for a nod of her head； made no answer。
Danglar laughed suddenly； as though in relief； then； coming closer
to the bed； plunged his hand into his coat pocket； and tossed
handful of jewelry carelessly into Rhoda Gray's lap。
〃I feel better than I did！〃 he said； and laughed again。 〃It's a
cinch now that we'll get them both through you； and it s a cinch
that the White Moll won't cut in to…night。 Put those sparklers
away with the rest until we get ready to 'fence' them。〃
Rhoda Gray did not speak。 Mechanically； as though she were living
through some hideous nightmare； she began to scoop up the gems from
her lap and allow them to trickle back through her fingers。 They
flashed and scintillated brilliantly； even in the meager light。
They seemed alive with some premonitory； baleful fire。
〃Yes； there's some pretty slick stuff there；〃 said Danglar； with
an appraising chuckle； 〃but there'll be something to…night that'll
make all that bunch look like chicken…feed。 The boys are at work
now； and we'll have old Hayden…Bond's necklace in another hour。
Skeeny's got the Sparrow tied up in the old room behind Shluker's
place； and once we're sure there's no back…fire anywhere； the
Sparrow will chirp his last chirp。〃 He laughed out suddenly； and；
leaning forward； clapped Rhoda Gray exultantly on the shoulder。 〃It
was like taking candy from a kid！ The Sparrow and the old man fell
for the sick…mother…needing…her…son…all…night stuff without batting
a lid； but the Sparrow hasn't been holding the old lady's hand at
the bedside yet。 We took care of that。〃
Again Rhoda Gray made no comment。 She wondered； as she gripped at
the rings and brooches in hand； so fiercely that the settings
pricked into the flesh； if her face mirrored in any way the