Andtheywerestillwithher,thosewords。Daylighthadcomeagain,andpassedagain,anditwaseveningoncemore;butthosewordsremained,insensibletochange,immutableintheirforeboding。AndRhodaGray,asGypsyNan,shudderednowasshescuffledalongashabbystreetdeepintheheartoftheEastSide。ShewasDanglar’swife-byproxy。Atdawnthatmorningwhenthegrayhadcomecreepingintothemiserableatticthroughthesmallanddirtywindowpanes,shehadfallenonherkneesandthankedGodshehadbeensparedthatfootstep。Itwasstrange!ShehadpouredouthersoulinpassionatethankfulnessthenthatDanglarhadnotcome-andnowshewasdeliberatelyonherwaytoseekDanglarhimself!Butthedaylighthaddonemorethandispersetheactual,physicaldarknessofthepastnight;ithadbrought,ifnotameasureofrelief,atleastasenseofguidance,andthefinaldecision,perilousthoughitwas,whichshemeantnowtoputintoexecution。
Therewasnootherway-unlessshewerewillingtoadmitdefeat,togiveupeverything,herowngoodname,herfather’sname,torunfromitallandlivehenceforthinhidinginsomeobscureplacefaraway,brandedinthelifeshewouldhaveleftbehindherasadespicablecriminalandthief。Andshecouldnot,wouldnot,dothiswhileherintuition,atleast,inspiredherwiththefaithtobelievethattherewasstillachanceofclearingherself。Itwasthethrowofthedice,perhaps-buttherewasnootherway。
Danglar,andthosewithhim,wereatthebottomofthecrimeofwhichshewasheldguilty。Shecouldnotgoonasshehadbeendoing,merelyinthehopeofstumblinguponsomeclewthatwouldservetoexonerateher。Therewasnottimeenoughforthat。
Danglar’strapsetforherselfandtheAdventurerlastnightinoldNickyViner’sroomprovedthat。AndthefactthatthewomanwhohadoriginallymasqueradedasGypsyNan-asshe,RhodaGray,wasmasqueradingnow-wasDanglar’swife,proveditathousandfoldmore。Shecouldnolongerremainpassive,arguingwithherselfthatittookallherwitsandallhereffortstomaintainherselfintheroleofGypsyNan,whichtemporarilywasallthatstoodbetweenherandprisonbars。Todosomeantthecertaintyofdisastersoonerorlater,andifitmeantthat,theneedforimmediateactionofanoffensivesortwasimperative。
Andsohermindwasmadeup。HeronlychancewastofindherwayintothefullintimacyofthecriminalbandofwhichDanglarwasapparentlythehead;tosearchoutitslairanditspersonnel;toreachtotheheartofit;toknowDanglar’sprivatemovements,andtodiscoverwherehelivedsothatshemightwatchhim。Itsurelywasnotsuchahopelesstask!True,sheknewbynameandsightscarcelymorethanthreeofthiscrimeclique,butatleastshehadastartingpointfromwhichtowork。TherewasShluker’sjunkshopwhereshehadturnedthetablesonDanglarandSkeenyonthenighttheyhadplannedtomaketheSparrowtheirpawn。Itwasobvious,therefore,thatShlukerhimself,theproprietorofthejunkshop,wasoneoftheorganization。ShewasgoingtoShluker’snow。
RhodaGrayhaltedsuddenly,andstaredwonderinglyalittlewayuptheblockaheadofher。Asthoughbymagicacrowdwascollectingaroundthedoorwayofapoverty-stricken,tumble-downframehousethatmadethecornerofanalleyway。Andwherebutaninstantbeforethestreet’sjostlinghumanityhadbeenimmersedinitswranglingwiththepush-cartmenwholinedthecurb,thecartswerenowdesertedbyeveryonesavetheirowners,whosecautionexceededtheircuriosity-andthecrowdgrewmomentarilylargerinfrontofthehouse。
ShedrewGypsyNan’sblack,greasyshawlalittlemorecloselyaroundhershoulders,andmovedforwardagain。Andnow,ontheoutskirtsofthecrowd,shecouldseequiteplainly。Thereweretwoorthreelowstepsthatleduptothedoorway,andamanandwomanwerestandingthere。Thewomanwaswretchedlydressed,butwithmoststrangeincongruitysheheldinherhand,obviouslysubconsciously,obviouslyquiteobliviousofit,ahugebasketfulltooverflowingwith,asnearlyasRhodaGraycouldjudge,allsortsofpurchases,asthoughoutofthemidstofabjectpovertyagoldenshowerhadsuddenlydescendeduponher。Andshewasgray,andwellbeyondmiddleage,andcryingbitterly;andherfreehand,whethertosupportherselforwiththeinstinctiveideaofsupportinghercompanion,wasclutchedtightlyaroundtheman’sshoulders。Andthemanrockedunsteadilyuponhisfeet。Hewastallandangular,andolderthanthewoman,andcadaverousoffeature,andmiserablythinofshoulder,andbloodtrickledoverhisforeheadanddownoneashen,hollowcheek-andabovetheexcitedexclamationsofthecrowdRhodaGrayheardhimcough。
RhodaGrayglancedaroundher。Wherescarcelyasecondbeforeshehadbeenontheouterfringeofthecrowd,shenowappearedtobeintheverycenterofit。Womenwerepushingupbehindher,womenwhoworeshawlsasshedid,onlytheshawlsweremostlyofgaudycolors;andmenpushedupbehindher,mostlymenofswarthycountenance,whoworecircletsofgoldintheirears;and,brushingherskirts,seekingvantagepoints,ragged,ill-cladchildrenwriggledandwormedtheirwaydeeperintothepress。Itwasacrowdcomposedalmostentirelyoftheforeignelementwhichinhabitedthatquarter-andthecrowdchatteredandgesticulatedwithever-increasingviolence。Shedidnotunderstand。Andshecouldnotseesowellnow。Thatpitifultableauinthedoorwaywasbeingshutoutfromherbyaman,directlyinfrontofher,whohadhoistedahalf-nakedtotofthreeorfourtoareservedseatuponhishead。
Andthenayoungman,onewhom,fromheryearsintheBadLandsastheWhiteMoll,sherecognizedasahanger-onatagamblinghellintheChathamSquaredistrict,cametowardher,plowinghisway,contemptuousofobstructions,outofthecrowd。
RhodaGray,asGypsyNan,hailedhimoutofthecornerofhermouth。
“Say,wot’sderow?“shedemanded。
Theyoungmangrinned。
“Somebodypinchedamillionfromdeoldguy!“Heshiftedhiscigarettewithadeftmovementofhistonguefromonesideofhismouthtotheother,andgrinnedagain。“Canyousebeatit!
Accordin’tohim,hehadenoughcointoannexdewholeofNooYoik!
Demoll’shiswife。Hewentouttohell-an’-gonesomewhereforafewyearshuntin’goldwhiledeoldgirlstarved。Denbackhecomesan’blowsinto-daywidhispocketsfull,an’deoldgirlgrabsahandful,an’goesouttobuyupalldegrubinsight’causesheain’thadnoneforsolong。An’w’enshecomesbackshefindsdeoldgeezergaggedan’tiedinachair,an’someguy’shithimacrackondebeanan’flowndecoopwiddemazuma。Butyousehadbettergetoutofherebeforeyousegetsrunover!Disain’tnoplaceforanoldskirtlikeyouse。Debulls’11bedownhereondehopinaminute,an’w’endismobstartssprinklin’destreetwiddeirfleetin’footsteps,yousearelikelytogethurt。See?“Theyoungmanstartedtoforcehiswaythroughthecrowdagain。“Yousehadbettercutloose,mother!“hewarnedoverhisshoulder。
Itwasgoodadvice。RhodaGraytookit。Shehadscarcelyreachedthenextblockwhenthecrowdbehindherwasbeingscatteredpell-mellandwithoutceremonyinalldirectionsbythepolice,astheyoungmanhadpredicted。Shewenton。Therewasnothingthatshecoulddo。Theman’sfaceandthewoman’sfacehauntedher。
Theyhadseemedstampedwithsuchabjectmiseryanddespair。Buttherewasnothingthatshecoulddo。Itwasoneofthosesoreandgrievouscross-sectionsoutofthelivesoftheswarmingthousandsdownhereinthisquarterwhichsheknewsointimatelyandsowell。
Andthereweresomany,manyofthosecross-sections!Once,inasmall,pitifullymeagerandrestrictedway,shehadbeenabletohelpsomeofthesehurtlives,butnow-Herlipstightenedalittle。ShewasgoingtoShluker’sjunkshop。
Herforeheadgatheredinlittlefurrowsasshewalkedalong。Shehadweighedtheprosandconsofthisvisitahundredtimesalreadyduringtheday;butevenso,instinctivelytoreassureherselflestsomeapparentlyminor,butneverthelessfatallyvital,pointmighthavebeenoverlooked,hermindrevertedtoitagain。FromShluker’sviewpoint,whetherGypsyNanwasinthehabitofminglingwithorvisitingtheothermembersofthegangornot-amatteruponwhichshecouldnotevenhazardaguess-hervisitto-nightmustappearentirelylogical。Therewaslastnight-and,anaturalcorollary,herequallynaturalanxietyonhersupposedhusband’saccount,providing,ofcourse,thatShlukerwasawarethatGypsyNanwasDanglar’swife。ButevenifShlukerdidnotknowthat,heknewatleastthatGypsyNanwasoneofthegang,and,assuch,hemustequallyacceptitasnaturalthatsheshouldbeanxiousanddisturbedoverwhathadhappened。Shewouldbeonsafegroundeitherway。
Shewouldpretendtoknowonlywhathadappearedinthepapers;inotherwords,thatthepolice,attractedtothespotbythesoundofrevolvershots,hadfoundDanglarhandcuffedtothefireescapeofawell-knownthieves’resortinanalltoowell-knownandquestionablelocality。
Asmilecamespontaneously。Itwasquitetrue。ThatwaswheretheAdventurerhadleftDanglar-handcuffedtothefireescape!Thesmilevanished。Thehumorofthesituationwasnotlong-lived;itendedthere。Danglarwasascunningastheproverbialfox;andDanglar,atthatmoment,indesperateneedofexplaininghispredicamentinsomeplausiblewaytothepolice,had,astheexpressionwent,runtruetoform。Danglar’sstory,asreportedbythepapers,evenroseabovehisownhigh-watermarkofviciouscunning,becauseitplayeduponachordthatappealedinstantlytothepolice;anditrangtrue,notonlybecausewhatthepolicecouldfindoutabouthimmadeitlikely,butalsobecauseitcontainedamodicumoftruthinitself;and,furthermore,Danglarhadscoredonstillanothercountinthathisstorymuststimulatethepoliceintorenewedactivitiesashisunsuspectingalliesintheonething,theoneaimandobjectthat,atthatmoment,mustobsesshimaboveallothers-thediscoveryofherself,theWhiteMoll。
Itwasingeniouslysimple,Danglar’ssmoothandoilylie!Hehadbeenwalkingalongthestreet,hehadstated,whenhesawawoman,asshepassedunderastreetlamp,whohethoughtresembledtheWhiteMoll。Tomakesure,hefollowedher-atasafedistance,ashebelieved。Sheenteredthetenement。Hehesitated。Heknewthereputationoftheplace,whichboreouthisfirstimpressionthatthewomanwastheonehethoughtshewas;buthedidnotwanttomakeafoolofhimselfbycallinginthepoliceuntilhewaspositiveofheridentity,sohefinallyfollowedherinside,andheardhergoupstairs,andcreptupafterherinthedark。Andthen,suddenly,hewassetuponandhustledintoaroom。ItwastheWhiteMoll,allright;andtheshotscamefromhercompanion,amanwhomhedescribedminutely-thedescriptionbeingthatoftheAdventurer,ofcourse。Theyseemedtothinkthathe,Danglar,wasaplain-clothesman,andtriedtosickenhimofhisjobbyfrighteninghim。Andthentheyforcedhimthroughthewindowanddownthefireescape,andfastenedhimtherewithhandcuffstomockthepolice,andtheWhiteMoll’scompanionhaddeliberatelyfiredsomemoreshotstomakesureofbringingthepolicetothescene,andthenthetwoofthemhadrunforit。
RhodaGray’seyesdarkenedangrily。ThenewspaperssaidthatDanglarhadbeentemporarilyheldbythepolice,thoughhisstorywasbelievedtobetrue,forcertainlythemanwouldmakenomistakeastotheidentityoftheWhiteMoll,sincehislife,whatthepolicecouldfindoutaboutit,coincidedwithhisownstatements,andhewouldnaturallythereforehaveseenhermanytimesintheBadLandswhenshewasworkingthereundercoverofherdespicableroleofsweetandinnocentcharity。Danglarhadmadenopretensionstoself-righteousness-hewastoocuteforthat。Headmittedthathehadno“specificoccupation,“thathehungaroundthegamblinghellsagooddeal,thathefollowedthehorses-that,frankly,helivedbyhiswits。Hehadprobablygivensomeframed-upaddresstothepolice,but,ifso,thepapershadnotstatedwhereitwas。
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