the white moll-第22章
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She drew back a little toward the cot bed against the wall； drew
back to give him free passage to the door when he should return
again； her eyes still holding on the far end of the garret； where；
with the slope of the roof； the ceiling was no more than shoulder
high。 There seemed something horribly weird and grotesque in the
scene before her。 He had pushed the narrow trap…door in the ceiling
upward； and had thrust candle and head through the opening； and the
faint yellow light； seeping back and downward in flickering；
uncertain rays； suggested the impression of a gruesome； headless
figure standing there hazily outlined in the surrounding murk。 It
chilled her； she clutched at her shawl； drew it more closely about
her； and edged still nearer to the wall。
And then Danglar closed the trap…door again； and came back with the
candle in one hand； and one of the bulky packages of banknotes from
the hiding place in the other。 He set the candle down on the
washstand； and began to distribute the money through his various
pockets。
He was smiling with curious complacency。
〃It was your job to play the spider to the White Moll if she ever
showed up again here in your parlor；〃 he said。 〃Maybe somebody
tipped her off to keep away； maybe she was too wily； but； anyway；
since you have not sent out any word； it is evident that our little
plans along that line didn't work； since she has failed to come back
to pay a call of gratitude to you。 I don't suppose there's anything
to add to that； eh； Bertha？ No report to make？〃
〃No；〃 said Rhoda Gray shortly。 〃I haven't any report to make。〃
〃Well； no matter！〃 said Danglar。 He laughed out shortly。 〃There
are other ways！ She's had her fling at our expense； it's her turn
to pay now。〃 He laughed again … and in the laugh now there was
something both brutal in its menace； and sinister in its suggestion
of gloating triumph。
〃What do you mean？〃 demanded Rhoda Gray quickly。 〃What are you
going to do？〃
〃Get her！〃 said Danglar。 The man's passion flamed up suddenly； he
spoke through his closed teeth。 〃Get her！ I made her a little
promise。 I'm going to keep it！ Understand？〃
〃You've been saying that for quite a long time；〃 retorted Rhoda
Gray coolly。 〃But the 'getting' has been all the other way so far。
How are you going to get her？〃
Danglar's little black eyes narrowed； and he thrust his head forward
and out from his shoulders savagely。 In the flickering candle
light； with contorted face and snarling lips； he looked again the
beast to which she had once likened him。
〃Never mind how I'm going to get her！〃 he flung out； with an oath。
〃I told you I'd been busy。 That's enough！ You'll see
Rhoda Gray； in the semi…darkness； shrugged her shoulders。 Was the
man； prompted by rage and fury； simply making wild threats； or had
he at last some definite and perhaps infallible plan that he
purposed putting into operation？ She did not know； and； much as it
meant to her； she did not dare take the risk of arousing suspicion
by pressing the question。 Failing； then； to obtain any intimation
of what he meant to do； the next thing most to be desired was to
get rid of him。
〃You've got the money。 That's what you came for； wasn't it？〃 she
suggested coldly。
He stared at her for a moment； and then his face gradually lost its
scowl。
〃You're a rare one； Bertha！〃 he exclaimed admiringly。 〃Yes； I've
got the money … and I'm going。 In fact； I'm in a hurry； so don't
worry！ You got the dope； like everybody else； for to…night； didn't
you？ It was sent out two hours ago。〃
The dope！ It puzzled her for the fraction of a second … and then
she remembered the paper she had thrust into the bodice of her
dress。 She had not read it。 She lunged a little in the dark。
〃Yes；〃 she said curtly。
〃All right！〃 he said…and moved toward the door。 〃That explains why
I'm in a hurry … and why I can't stop to oil that grouch out of you。
But I'll keep my promise to you； too； old girl。 I'll make up the
last few days to you。 Have a heart； eh； Bertha！ 'Night！〃
She did not answer him。 It seemed as though an unutterable dread
had suddenly been lifted from her； as he passed out of the door
and began to descend the steps to the hall below。 Her 〃grouch；〃
he had called it。 Well； it had served its purpose！ It was just
as well that he should think so！ She followed to the door； and
deliberately slammed it with a bang。 And from below； his laugh；
more an amused chuckle； echoed back and answered her。
And then； for a long time she stood there by the door； a little
weak with the revulsion of relief upon her； her hands pressed hard
against her temples； staring unseeingly about the garret。 He was
gone。 He filled her with terror。 Every instinct she possessed；
every fiber of her being revolted against him。 He was gone。 Yes；
he was gone … for the time being。 But … but what was the end of
all this to be？〃
She shook her head after a moment； shook it helplessly and wearily；
as； finally； she walked over to the washstand； took the piece of
paper from the bodice of her dress； and spread it out under the
candle light。 A glance showed her that it was in cipher。 There
was the stub of a pencil； she remembered； in the washstand drawer；
and； armed with this； and a piece of wrapping paper that had once
enveloped one of Gypsy Nan's gin bottles； she took up the candle；
crossed the garret； and sat down on the edge of the cot； placing
the candle on the chair in front of her。
If the last three days had been productive of nothing else； they
had at least furnished her with the opportunity of studying the
notebook she had found in the secret hiding place； and of making
herself conversant with the gang's cipher； and she now set to
work upon it。 It was a numerical cipher。 Each letter of the
alphabet in regular rotation was represented by its corresponding
numeral； a zero was employed to set off one letter from another；
and the addition of the numerals between the zeros indicated the
number of the letter involved。 Also； there being but twenty…six
letters in the alphabet； it was obvious that the addition of three
nines； which was twenty…seven； could not represent any letter； and
the combination of 999 was therefore used to precede any of the
arbitrary groups of numerals which were employed to express phrases
and sentences； such as the 739 that she had found scrawled on the
piece of paper around her key on the first night she had come here；
and which； had it been embodied in a message and not preceded by
the 999； would have meant simply the addition of seven； three and
nine； that is； nineteen … and therefore would indicate the
nineteenth letter of the alphabet； S。
Rhoda Gray copied the first line of the message on the piece of
wrapping paper：
321010333203202306663103330111102210444202101112052110761
Adding the numerals between the zeros； and giving to each its
corresponding letter； she set down the result：
6010110505022090405014030509014
f a k e e v i d e n c e i n
It was then but a matter of grouping the letters into words； and；
decoded； the first line read：
Fake evidence in。。。。。。
She worked steadily on。 It was a lengthy message； and it took her
a long time。 It was an hour； perhaps more； after Danglar had gone；
before she had completed her task； and then； after that； she sat
for still a long time staring； not at the paper on the chair before
her； but at the flickering shadows thrown by the candle on the
opposite wall。
Queer and strange were the undercurrents and the cross…sections of
life that were to be found； amazingly contradictory； amazingly
incomprehensible； once one scratched beneath the surface of the
poverty and the squalor； and； yes； the crime； amongst the hiving
thousands of New York's East Side！ In the days … not so very long
ago … when； as the White Moll； she had worked amongst these classes；
she had on one occasion； when he was sick； even kept old Viner in
food。 She had not； at the time； failed to realize that the man
was grasping； rapacious； even unthankful； but she had little dreamed
that he was a miser worth fifty thous
