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Bonn　here；　and　the　Pug；　who　would　fall　into　the　meshes　of　the　law
quite　as　much　as　would　French　Pete　and　Marny　Day；　and　to　have　Pinkie
and　the　Pug　apprehended　now；　just　as　they　seemed　to　be　opening　the
gateway　for　her　into　the　inner　secrets　of　the　gang；　meant　ruin　to
her　own　hopes　and　plans。　　And　to　refuse　to　go　on　with　them　now；　as
one　of　them；　would　certainly　excite　their　suspicions　…　and　suspicion
of　Gypsy　Nan　was　the　end　of　everything　for　her。

Her　hands；　under　her　shawl；　clenched　until　the　nails　bit　into　her
palms。　　　Couldn't　she　do　anything？　　And　there　was　the　money；　too；
for　those　two　old　people。　　Wasn't　there　any　…　　She　caught　her　breath。
Yes；　yes！　　Perhaps　there　was　a　way　to　save　the　money；　yes；　and　at
the　same　time　to　place　herself　on　a　firmer　footing　of　intimacy　with
these　two　men　here　…　if　she　went　on　with　this。　　But　…　　She　shook　her
head。　　She　could　not　afford　〃buts〃　now；　they　must　take　care　of
themselves　afterwards。　　She　would　play　Gypsy　Nan　now　without
reservation。　　These　two　men　here；　like　Shluker；　were　obviously
ignorant　that　Gypsy　Nan　was　Danglar's　wife；　so　she　was　…　Pinkie
Bonn's　hand　was　on　her　arm。　　She　had　stumbled。

〃Look　out　for　yourself！〃　he　cautioned　under　his　breath。　　〃Don't
make　a　sound！〃

They　had　drawn　into　a　very　dark　and　narrow　area　way　between　two
buildings；　and　now　Pinkie　kept　his　touch　upon　her　as　he　led　the　way
along。　　What　was　this　〃Charlie's〃？　　She　did　not　know；　except　that；
from　what　had　been　said；　it　was　a　drug　dive　of　some　kind；　patronized
extensively　by　the　denizens　of　the　underworld。　　She　did　not　know
where　she　was　now；　save　that　she　had　suddenly　left　one　of　the
out…of…theway　East　Side　streets。

Pinkie　halted　suddenly；　and；　bending　down；　lifted　up　what　was
evidently　a　half　section　of　the　folding　trapdoor　to　a　cellar
entrance。

〃There's　only　a　few　of　us　regulars　wise　to　this；〃　whispered　Pinkie。
〃Watch　yourself！　　There's　five　steps。　　Count　'em；　so's　you　won't
trip。　　Keep　hold　of　me　all　the　way。　　An'　nix　on　the　noise；　or　we
won't　get　away　with　it　inside。　　Leave　the　trap　open；　Pug；　for　our
getaway。　　We　ain't　goin'　to　be　long。　　Come　on！〃

It　was　horribly　dark。　　Rhoda　Gray；　with　her　hand　on　Pinkie　Bonn's
shoulder；　descended　the　five　steps。　　She　felt　the　Pug　keeping　touch
behind　by　holding　the　corner　of　her　shawl。　　They　went　forward　softly；
slowly；　stealthily。　　She　felt　her　knees　shake　a　little；　and　suddenly
panic　seized　her；　and　she　wanted　to　scream　out。　　What　was　she　doing？
Where　was　she　going？　　Was　she　mad；　that　she　had　ventured　into　this
trap　of　blackness？　　Blackness！　　It　was　hideously　black。　　She　looked
behind　her。　　She　could　not　see　the　Pug；　close　as　he　was　to　her；　and
dark　as　she　had　thought　it　outside　there　at　the　cellar　entrance；　it
appeared　by　contrast　to　have　been　light；　for　she　could　even
distinguish　now　the　opening　through　which　they　had　come。

They　were　in　a　cellar　that　was　damp　underfoot；　and　the　soft　earth
deadened　all　sound　as　they　walked　upon　it　…　and　they　seemed　to　be
walking　on　interminably。　　It　was　too　far　…　much　too　far！　　She　felt
her　nerve　failing　her。　　She　looked　behind　her　again。　　That　opening；
still　discernible　to　her　straining　eyes；　beckoned　her；　lured　her。
Better　to。。。

Pinkie　had　halted　again。　　She　bumped　into　him。　　And　then　she　felt
his　lips　press　against　her　ear。

〃Here　we　are！〃　he　breathed。　　〃They　got　the　end　room　on　the　right；
so's　they　could　get　in　an'　out　with　out　bein'　seen；　an　so's　even
Charlie'd　swear　they　was　here　all　the　time。　　You're　too　old　a　bird
to　fall　down；　Nan。　　If　the　door's　locked；　knock　…　an'　give　'em　any
old　kind　of　a　song　an'　dance　till　you　gets　'em　off　their　guard。
The　Pug　an'　me　'11　see　you　through。　　Go　it！〃

Before　Rhoda　Gray　could　reply；　Pinkie　had　stepped　suddenly　to　one
side。　　A　door　in　front　of　her；　a　sliding　door　it　seemed　to　be；
opened　noiselessly；　and　she　could　see　a　faintly　lighted；　narrow；
and　very　short　passage　ahead　of　her。　　It　appeared　to　make　a
right…angled　turn　just　a　few　yards　in；　and　what　light　there　was
seemed　to　filter　in　from　around　the　corner。　　And　on　each　side　of
the　passage；　before　it　made　the　turn；　there　was　a　door；　and　from
the　one　on　the　right；　through　a　cracked　panel；　a　tiny　thread　of
light　seeped　out。

Her　lips　moved　silently。　　After　all；　it　was　not　so　perilous。　　Nobody
would　be　hurt。　　Pinkie　and　the　Pug　would　cover　those　two　men　in
there　…　and　take　the　money　…　and　run　for　it　…　and。。。

The　Pug　gave　her　an　encouraging　push　from　behind。

She　moved　forward　mechanically。　　There　were　many　sounds　now；　but
they　came　muffled　and　indeterminate　from　around　that　corner　ahead
…　all　save　a　low　murmuring　of　voices　from　the　door　with　the　cracked
panel　on　the　right。

It　was　only　a　few　feet。　　She　found　herself　crouched　before　the　door
…　but　she　did　not　knock　upon　it。　　Instead；　her　blood　seemed　suddenly
to　run　cold　in　her　veins；　and　she　beckoned　frantically　to　her　two
companions。　　She　could　see　through　the　crack　in　the　panel。　　There
were　two　men　in　there；　French　Pete　and　Marny　Day　undoubtedly；　and
they　sat　on　opposite　sides　of　a　table；　and　a　lamp　burned　on　the
table；　and　one　of　the　men　was　counting　out　a　sheaf　of　crisp
yellow…back　banknotes　…　but　the　other；　while　apparently　engrossed
in　the　first　man's　occupation；　and　while　he　leaned　forward　in
apparent　eagerness；　was　edging　one　hand　stealthily　toward　the　lamp；
and　his　other　hand；　hidden　from　his　companion's　view　by　the　table；
was　just　drawing　a　revolver　from　his　pocket。　　There　was　no　mistaking
the　man's　murderous　intentions。　　A　dull　horror；　that　numbed　her
brain；　seized　upon　Rhoda　Gray；　the　low…type　brutal　faces　under　the
rays　of　the　lamp　seemed　to　assume　the　aspect　of　two　monstrous
gargoyles；　and　to　spin　around　and　around　before　her　vision；　and　then
…　it　could　only　have　been　but　the　fraction　of　a　second　since　she　had
begun　to　beckon　to　Pinkie　and　the　Pug　…　she　felt　herself　pulled
unceremoniously　away　from　the　door；　and　the　Pug　leaned　forward　in
her　place；　his　eyes　to　the　crack　in　the　panel。

She　heard　a　low；　quick…muttered　exclamation　from　the　Pug；　and　then
suddenly；　as　the　lamp　was　obviously　extinguished；　that　crack　of
light　in　the　panel　had　vanished。　　But　in　an　instant；　curiously　like
a　jagged　lightning　flash；　light　showed　through　the　crack　again　…　and
vanished　again。　　It　was　the　flash　of　a　revolver　shot　from　within；
and　the　roar　of　the　report　came　now　like　the　roll　of　thunder　on　its
heels。

Rhoda　Gray　was　back　against　the　opposite　wall。　　She　saw　the　Pug
fling　himself　against　the　door。　　It　was　a　flimsy　affair。　　It
crashed　inward。　　She　heard　him　call　to　Pinkie：

〃Shoot　yer　flash　on　de　table；　an'　grab　de　coin！　　I'll　fix　de　other
guy！〃

Were　eternities　passing？　　Her　eyes　were　fascinated　by　the　interior
beyond　that　broken　door。　　It　was　utterly　dark　inside　there；　save
that　the　ray　of　a　flashlight　played　now　on　the　table；　and　a　hand
reached　out　and　snatched　up　a　scattered　sheaf　of　banknotes；　and
on　the　outer　edge　of　the　ray　two　shadowy　forms　struggled　and　one
went　down。　　Then　the　flashlight　went　out　She　heard　the　Pug　speak：

〃Beat　it！〃

Commotion　came　now；　cries　and　footsteps　from　around　that　corner　in
the　passage。　　The　Pug　grasped　her　by　the　shoulders；　and　rushed　her
back　into　the　cellar。　　She　was　conscious；　it　seemed；　only　in　a　dazed
and　mechanical　way。　　There　were　men　in　the　passage　running　toward
them　…　and　then　the　passage　had　disappeared。　　Pinkie　Bonn　had　shut
the　connecting　door。

〃Hop　it　like　blazes！〃　whispered　the　Pug；　as　they　ran　for　the　faint
glimmer　of　light　that　located　the　cellar　exit。　　〃Separate　de　minute
we're　outside！〃　he　ordered。　　〃Dere's　murder　in　dere。　　Pete　shot
Marny。　　I　put　Pete　to　sleep　wid　a　punch　on　de　jaw；　but　de　bunch
knows　now　some　one　else　was　dere；　an'　Pete'll　swear　it　was　us；
though　he　don't　know　who　we　was　dat　did　de　shootin'。　　I　gotta　make
dis　straight　right　off　de　bat　wid　Danglar。〃　　His　whispering　voice
was　labored；　panting；　they　were　climbing　up　the　steps　now。　　〃Youse
take　de　money　to　my　room；　Pinkie；　an'　wait　fer　me。　　I　won't　be　much
more'n　half　an　hour。　　Nan；　youse　beat　it　fer　yer　garret；　an'　stay
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