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I figured you would still be over in the garret, and I was going there for you. That's where we're going now. There's no chance at those rajah's jewels now; there's no chance of fixing Cloran so's you can swell it around in the open again the only chance we've got is to save what we can and beat it!" She did not need to simulate either excitement or disquiet. "What is it?
The plot against Cloran had failed, but they could not blame that on "Bertha's" non-appearance; and since it had failed she would not now be expected to assume the dead woman's personality.
She shrugged her shoulders, as she mounted the steps of the dance-hall. Neither "Bertha" nor Cloran would use those cars to-night! A Bedlam of noise smote Rhoda Gray's ears as she entered the Silver Sphinx.
Cloran and I are going to supper together at the Silver Sphinx at about eleven o'clock and this is where you shed the Gypsy Nan stuff, and show up as your own sweet self. Cloran'll be glad to meet you!" She stared at him in genuine perplexity and amazement. "Show myself to Cloran!" she ejaculated heavily. "I don't get you!" "You will in a minute," said Danglar softly. "You're the bait see?
"Good!" said Danglar. He pulled out his watch again. "All right, then! We've been here long enough." He rose briskly. "It's time to make a move. You hop it back to the garret, and get rid of that fancy dress. I've got to meet Cloran uptown first. Come on, Matty, let us out." The place stifled her. She got up and moved quickly through the intervening room.
"And so, Danglar, after coming here to-night, I sent the Sparrow out to gather together a few of the authorities who are interested in the case my friend the assistant district attorney; Cloran, the house detective; Rough Rorke of headquarters, who on one occasion was very much interested in Gypsy Nan; and enough men to make the round of arrests.
It'll be our boys, and not chauffeurs, who'll be driving those cars to-night, and they've got their orders where to go. Cloran won't come back. Understand, Bertha'?" There was only one answer to make, only one answer that she dared make. She made it mechanically, though her brain reeled. A man named Cloran was to be murdered; and she was to show herself as this this Bertha and... "Yes," she said.
He'll follow you on the jump. I don't know what it's all about, and I sit tight, and that lets me out. And now get this! There'll be two taxicabs outside. If there's more than two, it's the first two I'm talking about. You jump into the one at the head of the line. Cloran won't need any invitation to grab the second one and follow you. That's all! It's the last ride he'll take.
She could get them before Pinkie Bonn and the Pug if she hurried. Afterward she would know where to find Danglar at the Silver Sphinx. Nothing would happen to Cloran, because, through her failure to cooperate, the plan would be abortive; but, veiled, as the White Moll, she could pick up Danglar's trail again there. Yes, it would be the end one way or the other between eleven o'clock and daylight!
"I heard you discuss Deemer's murder with your brother last night, and plan to get rid of Cloran, who you thought was the only existing witness you need fear, and " "Great God!" The Adventurer cried out. "You Rhoda! The White Moll! I I don't understand, though I can see you are not the woman who originally masqueraded as Gypsy Nan, for I knew her, as I said, by sight."
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