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Y'understand, Nan?" "Yes," she said mechanically. Her mind was working swiftly. The night, after all, perhaps, was not to be so much of a failure! To get into intimate touch with all the members of the clique was equally one of her objects, and, failing Danglar himself to-night, here was an "open sesame" to the re-treat of two of the others.
There was a startled cry from Skeeny, a scintillating flash of light as a magnificent string of diamonds fell from his hand to the table. But Danglar did not move or speak; only his lips twitched, and a queer whiteness came and spread itself over his face. "Put up your hands-both of you!" she ordered, in a low, tense voice. It was Skeeny who spoke, as both men obeyed her.
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?
The plan then, according to the code message, was to loot Perlmer's desk some time after the man had gone home for the night, and then, at midnight, armed with the false documents, to beard old Nicky Viner in his miserable quarters over on the East Side, and extort from the old miser the neat little sum that Danglar estimated would amount to some fifty thousand dollars in cash.
Here she was afraid of him with a deadly fear; here alone with him there would be a thousand chances of exposure incident to the slightest intimacy he might show the woman whom he believed to be his wife a thousand chances here against hardly one in any other environment or situation. But the man on the stairs wasn't Danglar.
She climbed quickly over the sill to the iron platform. Danglar was dragged through by the Adventurer, mumbling, and evidently still in a half-dazed condition. Windows were opening here and there. From back inside the room, the blows rained more heavily upon the door and now there came the rip and rend of wood, as though a panel had crashed in. "Hurry, please, Miss Gray!" prompted the Adventurer.
We come now to our journey through the United States you see, Danglar, that I am omitting everything but the essential details. In a certain city in the Middle West I think you will remember it well, Danglar the young rajah met with an accident. He was out riding in the outskirts of the city. His horse took fright and dashed for the river-bank.
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.
True, she had not, as had been arranged, reached the Silver Sphinx at eleven, but there were a hundred excuses she could give to account for her being late in keeping the appointment so that she had arrived just in time, say, to see Danglar dash wildly in pursuit of a woman who had jumped into the car that she was supposed to take! The garret! The garret again and Gypsy Nan!
The knocking ceased, and now the form seemed to bend down and grope along the floor; and then, an instant later, it began to descend the ladder-like steps and abruptly Rhoda Gray, too, moved forward. It wasn't Danglar. That was what had instantly taken hold of her mind, and she knew a sudden relief now.
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