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Updated: May 27, 2025
Gypsy Nan, in her proper person, had murdered a man named Deemer in an effort to secure Danglar's voice came again: "Well, to-night we'll get that stuff, all of it it's worth a cool half million; and to-night we'll get Mr. House-Detective Cloran for keeps bump him off. That cleans everything up. How does that strike you, Bertha?" Rhoda Gray's hands under her shawl locked tightly together.
If it takes the last dollar of to-night's haul, and five years to do it, I'll get her, and get " "Sure!" mumbled Rhoda Gray hurriedly. "But you needn't get excited! I was only thinking of her because she's queered us till I've got my fingers crossed, that's all. Go on about Cloran." Danglar's composure did not return on the instant. He gnawed at his lips for a moment before he spoke.
Danglar! Yes, 'there he was quite close to her, only a few tables away and beside him sat a heavy built, clean-shaven man of middle age. That would be Cloran, of course the man who was to have been lured to his death. And Danglar was nervous and uneasy, she could see.
I couldn't take a chance of Cloran getting wise to that garret and Gypsy Nan." He grinned suddenly. "I've been cultivating Cloran myself for the last two weeks. We're quite pals! I'm for playing the luck every time! When the jewels showed up to-day, I figured that to-night's the night see?
You said you were going to have supper with Cloran at about eleven o'clock, and perhaps I was a few minutes after that, but maybe you think it's easy to get all this Gypsy Nan stuff off me face and all, and rig up in my own clothes that I haven't seen for so long it's a wonder they hold together at all.
Cloran and I will be at supper and watching the fox-trotters. You blow in and show yourself I don't need to tell you how, you're clever enough at that sort of thing yourself and the minute he recognizes you as the woman he's been looking for that murdered Deemer, you pretend to recognize him for the first time too, and then you beat it like you had the scare of your life for the door.
And I'll say now that I take my hat off to you for the way you locked Cloran into the room with the dead man, and made your escape when Cloran had you dead to rights for the murder; and I'll say, too, that the way you've played Gypsy Nan and saved your skin, and ours too, is as slick a piece of work as has ever been pulled in the underworld. That puts us straight, you and me, don't it, Bertha?"
We waited until he showed up again as the Pug, and then we put over a frame-up deal on him that got him to go over to that old iron plant in Harlem, you know, behind Jake Malley's saloon, where we had it fixed to hand Cloran his last night and the Pug's there now. He's nicely gagged, and tied, and quite safe.
I remembered you, Danglar that on several occasions when I had come upon Deemer unawares, you, sometimes accompanied by a woman, and sometimes not, had been lurking in the background. I went to Cloran, the house detective at the hotel here in New York where Deemer was murdered. He described the woman. She was the same woman that had been with you.
I lie, do I? Well, just as I got to the Silver Sphinx, I saw a woman breaking her neck to get down the steps with you after her. She jumped into the automobile it was doped out I was to take, and you jumped into the other one, and both beat it down the street. I thought you'd gone crazy. I was afraid that Cloran would come out and recognize me, so I turned and ran, too.
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