Foranswersheflungitfromher。Itfellwithatinkleontheflooratthefarendofthegarret。Themanwasbesidehimselfwithrage。
“Damnyou,ifIhadtime,I’dwringyourneckforthis,youshe-devil!“hebawled-andracedback,evidentlyforthecandleonthewashstand。
RhodaGray,sprawledonthefloorwherehehadthrownher,didnotmove-excepttotaketherevolverfromthepocketofherdress。Shewascrooningqueerlytoherself,asshewatchedRoughRorkelightthecandleandgropearoundonthefloor:
“Shewasgoodtome,deWhiteMollwas。Jelliesan’t’ingsshebroughtme,shedid。An’GypsyNandon’tferret。GypsyNandon’t-“
Shesatupsuddenly,snarling。Rorkehadfoundthekey,leftthebottlewiththeshortstubofgutteringcandlestandingonthefloor,andwasbackagain。
“ByGod!“hegrittedthroughhisteeth,ashejabbedthekeywithfrantichasteintothelock。“I’llfixyouforthis!“Hemadeaclutchatherthroat,asheswungthedooropen。
Shejerkedherselfbackward,eludinghim,herrevolverleveled。
“Yousekeepyerdirtypawsoffme!“shescreamed。“Yah,wotcanyousedo!WotdoIcare!Shewasgoodtome,shewas,an-“
RoughRorkewasgone-takingthestairsthreeandfouratatime。
Thensheheardthestreetdoorslam。
Sheroseslowlytoherfeet-andsuddenlyreachedout,graspingatthedoortosteadyherself。Itseemedasthougheverymusclehadgonelimp,asthoughherlimbshadnotstrengthtosupporther。
Andforamomentshehungthere,thenshelockedthedoor,staggeredback,sankdownontheedgeofthebed,and,withherchininherhands,staredatthegutteringstubofcandle。Andpresently,inanalmostaimless,mechanicalway,shefeltinherpocketforthepieceofpaperthatshehadfoundwrappedaroundthekey,anddrewitout。Therewerethreefiguresscrawleduponit-nothingelse。
Shedroppedherchininherhandsagain,andstaredagainatthecandle。Andafterawhilethecandlewentout。
Twenty-Fourhourshadpassed。Twentyfourhours!Wasitnomorethanthatsince-RhodaGray,intheguiseofGypsyNan,asshesatontheedgeofthedisreputable,poverty-strickencot,grewsuddenlytense,holdingherbreathasshelistened。Thesoundreachedtheatticsofaintlythatitmightbebuttheproductsolelyoftheimagination。No-itcameagain!Anditevendefineditselfnow-astealthyfootsteponthelowerstairs。
Asmall,leather-boundnotebook,inwhichshehadbeenengrossed,wastuckedinstantlyawayunderthesoiledblanket,andsheglancedsharplyaroundthegarret。Anewcandle,whichshehadboughtinthesingleexcursionshehadventuredtomakefromthehouseduringtheday,wasstuckintheneckoftheginbottle,andburnednowonthechairbesideher。Shehadnotboughtanewlamp-itgavetoomuchlight!Theoldone,thepiecesofit,layoverthere,brushedintoaheapinthecorneronthefloor。
Thefootstepbecamemoreaudible。Herlipstightenedalittle。Thehourwaslate。Itmustbealreadyaftereleveno’clock。Hereyesgrewperturbed。Perhapsitwasonlyoneoftheunknowntenantsofthefloorbelowgoingtohisorherroom;but,ontheotherhand,noonehadcomenearthegarretsincelastnight,whenthatstrangeand,yes,sinistertrickoffatehadthrustuponherthepersonalityofGypsyNan,anditwashopingfortoomuchtoexpectsuchseclusiontoobtainmuchlonger。Thereweretoomanywhomustbeinterested,vitallyinterested,inGypsyNan!TherewasRoughRorke,ofheadquarters;hehadgivennosign,butthatdidnotmeanhehadlostinterestinGypsyNan。TherewasthedeathoftherealGypsyNan,whichwaspregnantwithpossibilities;andthoughthenewspapers,thatshe,RhodaGray,hadboughtandscannedwithsuchtragiceagerness,hadsaidnothingaboutthedeathofoneCharlotteGreeninthehospital,muchlesshadgivenanyhintthattheidentityGypsyNanhadriskedsomuchtohidehadbeendiscovered,itdidnotmeanthatthepolice,withtheirownendsinview,mightnotbefullyinformed,andwerebutkeepingtheirowncounselwhiletheybaitedatrap。
Also,andevenmoretobefeared,therewerethoseofthiscriminalorganizationtowhichGypsyNanhadbelonged,andtowhichshe,RhodaGray,throughasortofhideousproxy,nowbelongedherself!
Soonerorlater,theymustshowtheirhands,andthetestofheridentitywouldcome。Andhereherdangerwasthegreaterbecauseshedidnotknowwhoanyofthemwere,unlessthemanwhohadsteppedinbetweenRoughRorkeandherselflastnightwasoneofthem-whichwasaquestionthathadharassedherallday。Themanhadbeennomoredrunkthanshehadbeen,andhehadobviouslyonlyplayedtheparttogetheroutoftheclutchesofRoughRorke;but,againstthis,hehadseenhersimplyasherselfthen,theWhiteMoll,andwhatcouldthecriminalassociatesofGypsyNanhavecaredastowhatbecameoftheWhiteMoll?
Anewspaper,toprocurewhichhadbeentheprimemotivethathadluredheroutofherretreatthatafternoon,caughthereyenow,andsheshiveredalittleas,fromwhereitlayonthefloor,theheadlinesseemedtoleerupather,andmock,andmenaceher。
“TheWhiteMoll……TheSaintoftheEastSideExposed……ViciousHypocrisy……LowlyCharityforYearsCloaksaConsummateThief……“
Theyhadnotsparedher!
Herlipsfirmedsuddenly,asshelistened。Thestealthyfootfallhadnotpausedinthehallbelow。Itwasontheshort,ladder-likestepsnow,leadingupheretothegarret-andnowithadhaltedoutsideherdoor,andtherecamealow,insistentknockingonthepanels。
“Who’sdere?“demandedRhodaGray,aliasGypsyNan,inagrumblingtone,as,gettingupfromthebed,shemovedthechairnoiselesslyafewfeetfartheraway,sothatthebedwouldbebeyondtheimmediateradiusofthecandlelight。Thensheshuffledacrossthefloortothedoor。“Who’sdere?“shedemandedagain,andherhand,deepinthevoluminouspocketofGypsyNan’sgreasyskirt,closedtightlyaroundthestockofGypsyNan’srevolver。
Thevoicethatansweredherexpostulatedinaplaintivewhisper:
“Mydearlady!AndafterallthetroubleIhavetakentoreachherewithoutbeingeitherseenorheard!“
ForaninstantRhodaGrayhesitated-thereseemedsomethingfamiliaraboutthevoice-thensheunlockedthedoor,andretreatedtowardthebed。
Thedooropenedandclosedsoftly。RhodaGray,reachingtheedgeofthebed,satdown。Itwasthefashionably-attired,immaculateyoungman,whohadsavedherfromRoughRorkelastnight。Shestaredathiminthefaintlightwithoutaword。Hermindwasracinginamadturmoilofdoubt,uncertainty,fear。Washeoneofthegang,ornot?Wasshe,intheroleofGypsyNan,supposedtoknowhim,ornot?DidheknowthattherealGypsyNan,too,hadbutplayedapart,and,therefore,whenshespokemustitbeinthevernacularoftheEastSide-ornot?Andthensuddenenlightenment,withitsincidentrelief,cametoher。
“Mydearlady“-theyoungman’ssoftfelthatwasunderhisarm,andhewaspluckingdaintilyatthefingersofhisyellowglovesasheremovedthem-“Ibegyoutopardontheintrusionofaperfectstranger。Iofferyoumyverygenuineapologies。MyexcuseisthatIcomefroma-IhopeIamnotoversteppingtheboundsinusingtheterm-mutualfriend。“RhodaGraysnorteddisdainfully。
“Aw,cutoutdeboudoirtalk,an’getdowntocases!“shecroaked。
“Whoareyouse,anyway?“
Theyoungmanhadgrayeyes-andtheylightedupnowhumorously。
“Boudoir?Ah-yes!Ofcourse!Awfullyneat!“Hiseyes,fromthechairthatheldthecandle,strayedaroundthescantilyfurnished,murkygarretasthoughinsearchofaseat,andfinallyrestedinquiringlyonRhodaGray。
“Yousecanputdecandleondefloor,ifyouselike,“shesaidgrudgingly。“Dat’sdeonlychairdereis。“
“Thankyou!“hesaid。
RhodaGraywatchedhimwithpuckeredbrow,asheplacedtheginbottlewithitscandleonthefloor,andappropriatedthechair。
Hemight,fromhistone,havebeenthankingherforsomepricelessboon。Heworeaboutonniere。Hisclothesfittedhimlikegloves。
Heexudedacertainstudied,almostlanguidfastidiousness-thatwaswhollyoutofkeepingwiththequick,daring,agilewitthathehadexhibitedthenightbefore。Shefoundherhandtoyingunconsciouslywiththeweaponinherpocket。Shewasawarethatshewasfencingwithunbuttonedfoils。Howmuchdidheknow-aboutlastnight?
“Well,whydon’tyousespillit?“sheinvitedcurtly。“Whoareyouse?“
“WhoamI?“Heliftedthelapelofhiscoat,carryingtheboutonnieretohisnose。“Mydearlady,Iamanadventurer。“
“Yousedon’tsay!“observedRhodaGray,aliasGypsyNan。“An’wot’sdatw’enit’sathome?“
“Inmycase,firstofallagentleman,Itrust,“hesaidpleasantly;
“afterthat,Idonotquarrelwiththeaccepteddefinitionoftheterm-thoughitisnotaltogethercomplimentary。“
RhodaGrayscowled。AsRhodaGray,shemighthaveansweredhim;asGypsyNan,itwastoosubtle,andshewasbeyondherdepth。
“Youselooktomelikeaslickcrook!“shesaidbluntly。
“Iwilladmit,“hesaid,“thatIhaveattimes,perhaps,takenlibertieswiththelaw。“
“Well,den,“shesnapped,“cutoutdehigh-browstuff,an’comeacrosswidwotbroughtyousehere。Iain’tholdin’noreception。
Who’sdefriendyousewastalkin’about?“
TheAdventurerlookedaroundhim,andloweredhisvoice。
“TheWhiteMoll,“hesaid。
RhodaGrayeyedthemanforalongminute;thensheshookherhead。
“ItakebackwotIsaidaboutyousebein’aslickcrook,“sheannouncedcoolly。“Iguessyouse’readickfromheadquarters。
Well,yousehavegotdewrongnumber-see?Mefingersarecrossed。
Trynextdoor!“
TheAdventurer’seyeswerefixedonthenewspaperheadlinesonthefloor。Heraisedthemnowsignificantlytohers。
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