the white moll-第37章
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dere！〃
They were outside。 The Pug had disappeared in the darkness。 Pinkie
was closing； and evidently fastening； the trap…door。
〃The other way； Nan！〃 he flung out； as she started to run。 〃That
takes you to the other street； an' they can't get around that way
without goin' around the whole block。 Me for a fence I knows about；
an' we gives 'em the merry laugh！ Go on！〃
She ran … ran breathlessly； stumbling； half falling； her hands
stretched out before her to serve almost in lieu of eyes； for she
could make out scarcely anything in front of her。 She emerged upon
a street。 It seemed abnormal； the quiet； the lack of commotion； the
laughter； the unconcern in the voices of the passers…by among whom
she suddenly found herself。 She hurried from the neighborhood。
XI。 THE DOOR ACROSS THE HALL
It was many blocks away before calmness came again to Rhoda Gray；
and before it seemed； even； that her brain would resume its normal
functions； but with the numbed horror once gone； there came in its
place； like some surging tide； a fierce virility that would not be
denied。 The money！ The old couple on that doorstep； stripped of
their all！ Wasn't that one reason why she had gone on with Pinkie
Bonn and the Pug？ Hadn't she seen a way； or at least a chance；
to get that money back？
Rhoda Gray looked quickly about her。 On the corner ahead she saw
a drug store； and started briskly in that direction。 Yes； there
was a way！ The idea had first come to her from the Pug's remark
to Shluker that； after they had secured the money； Pinkie would
return with it to the Pug's room； while the Pug would go and
square things with Danglar。 And also； at the same time； that same
remark of the Pug's had given rise to a hope that she might yet
trace Danglar to night through the Pug … but the circumstances and
happenings of the last few minutes had shattered that hope utterly。
And so there remained the money。 And； as she had walked with Pinkie
and the Pug a little while ago； knowing that Pinkie would； if they
were successful； carry the money back to the Pug's room； just as
was being done now precisely in accordance with the Pug's original
intentions； she had thought of the Adventurer。 It had seemed the
only way then； it seemed the only way now … despite the fact that
she would be hard put to it to answer the Adventurer if he thought
to ask her how； or by what means； she was in possession of the
information that enabled her to communicate with him。 But she must
risk that … put him off； if necessary； through the plea of haste；
and on the ground that there was not time to…night for an unnecessary
word。 He had given her； believing her to be Gypsy Nan； his telephone
number； which she； in turn； was to transmit to the White Moll … in
other words； herself！ But the White Moll； so he believed； had never
received that message … and it must of necessity be as the White
Moll that she must communicate with him to…night！ It would be hard
to explain … she meant to evade it。 The one vital point was that
she remembered the telephone number he had given her that night when
he and Danglar had met in the garret。 She was not likely to have
forgotten it！
Rhoda Gray； alias Gypsy Nan； scuffled along。 Was she inconsistent？
The Adventurer would be in his element in going to the Pug's room；
and in relieving Pinkie Bonn of that money； but the Adventurer； too；
was a thief…wasn't he？ Why； then； did she propose； for her mind
was now certainly made up as to her course of action； to trust a
thief to recover that money for her？
She smiled a little wearily as she reached the drug store； stepped
into the telephone booth； and gave central her call。 Trust a thief！
No； it wasn't because her heart prompted her to believe in him； it
was because her head assured her she was safe in doing so。 She
could trust him in an instance such as this because … well； because
once before； for her sake he had foregone the opportunity of
appropriating a certain diamond necklace worth a hundred times the
sum that she would ask him … yes； if necessary； for her sake … to
recover to…night。 There was no。。。
She was listening in a startled way now at the instrument。 Central
had given her 〃information〃； and 〃information〃 was informing her
that the number she had asked for had been disconnected。
She hung up the receiver； and went out again to the street in a
dazed and bewildered way。 And then suddenly a smile of bitter
self…derision crossed her lips。 She had been a fool！ There was no
softer word … a fool！ Why had she not stopped to think？ She
understood now！ On the night the Adventurer had confided that
telephone number to her as Gypsy Nan； he had had every reason to
believe that Gypsy Nan would； as she had already apparently done；
befriend the White Moll even to the extent of accepting no little
personal risk in so doing。 But since then things had taken a very
different turn。 The White Moll was now held by the gang； of which
Gypsy Nan was supposed to be a member； to be the one who had of late
profited by the gang's plans to the gang's discomfiture； and the
Adventurer was ranked but little lower in the scale of hatred； since
they counted him to be the White Moll's accomplice。 Knowing this；
therefore； the first thing the Adventurer would naturally do would
be to destroy the clew； in the shape of that telephone number； that
would lead to his whereabouts； and which he of course believed he
had put into the gang's hands when he had confided in Gypsy Nan。
Had he not told her； no later than last night； that Gypsy Nan was
her worst enemy？ He did not know； did he； that Gypsy Nan and the
White Moll were one！ And so that telephone had been disconnected
… and to…night； now； just when she needed help at a crucial moment；
when she had counted upon the Adventurer to supply it； there was no
Adventurer； no means of reaching him； and no means any more of
knowing where he was！
Rhoda Gray walked on along the street； her lips tight； her face
drawn and hard。 Failing the Adventurer； there remained … the police。
If she telephoned the police and sent them to the Pug's room； they
would of a certainty recover the money； and with equal certainty
restore it to its rightful owners。 She had already thought of that
when she had been with Pinkie and the Pug； and had been loath even
then to take such a step because it seemed to spell ruin to her own
personal plans； but now there was another reason； and one far more
cogent； why she should not do so。 There had been murder committed
back there in that underground drug…dive； and of that murder Pinkie
Bonn was innocent； but if Pinkie were found in possession of that
money； and French Pete； to save his own skin from the consequences
of a greater crime； admitted to its original theft； Pinkie would be
convicted out of hand； for there were the others in that dive； who
had come running along the passage； to testify that an attack had
been made on the door of French Pete and Marny Day's room； and that
the thieves and murderers had fled through the cellar and escaped。
Her lips pressed harder together。 And so there was no Adventurer
upon whom she could call； and no police； and no one in all the
millions in this great pulsing city to whom she could appeal； and
so there remained only … herself。
Well； she could do it； couldn't she？ Not as Gypsy Nan； of course
… but as the White Moll。 It would be worth it； wouldn't it？ If
she were sincere； and not a moral hypocrite in her sympathy for
those two outraged old people in the twilight of their lives； and
if she were not a moral coward； there remained no question as to
what her decision should be。
Her mind began to mull over the details。 Subconsciously； since
the moment she had made her escape from that cellar； she found now
that she had been walking in the direction of the garret that
sheltered her as Gypsy Nan。 In another five minutes she could
reach that deserted shed in the lane behind Gypsy Nan's house where
her own clothes were hidden； and it would take her but a very few
minutes more to effect the transformation from Gypsy Nan to the
White Moll。 And then； in another ten minutes； she should be b
