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And a little way up, panic fear seized upon her again, and her heart stood still, and she turned a miserable face in the darkness back toward the door below, and fought against the impulse to retreat again. And then she heard Danglar speak, and from her new vantage point his words came to her distinctly this time: "Good work, Skeeny! You've got the Sparrow nicely trussed up, I see.
She had first of all to reach a place where she could examine the package with safety; then a place to hide it where it would be secure; and then Danglar! She gained the lane, stole along it, and disappeared into the shed through the broken door that hung, partially open, on sagging hinges.
It was but corroborative of the despoiled drawer; and, at the same time, the obvious reason why the door had not been relocked when whoever had come here had gone out again. Whoever had come here! She could have laughed out hysterically. Was there any doubt as to who it was? One of Danglar's emissaries; the Cricket, perhaps-or perhaps even Danglar himself!
He appropriated the chair, and faced them, his revolver dangling with ominous carelessness in his hand. "I've had a rather upsetting experience this evening, and I am afraid I am still a little the worse for it as perhaps you know, Danglar?" "You damned traitor!" Danglar burst out wildly. "Quite so!" said the Adventurer smoothly. "But we'll get to that in a minute.
Fear, horror, desperation, lent her strength. It was not like this that she had counted on her reckoning with Danglar! She brushed the roisterers aside, and darted for the door. Over her shoulder she glimpsed Danglar following her. She reached the door, burst through a knot of people there, and, her torn veil clutched in her hand, dashed down the steps.
She was trying to think; striving frantically to bring her wits to play on this sudden and unexpected denouement. It was obvious that he was taking her to Danglar. She had striven desperately last night to run Danglar to earth in his lair. And here was a self-appointed guide! And yet her emotions conflicted and her brain was confused.
I I knew enough at last about this man to make him give me a written statement that it was a pre-arranged plan to rob Skarbolov. That would substantiate my story. And" she looked again at Danglar; the man was still crouched there, eying her with that same mad light in his eyes "and he must be made to to do it now for " "But why didn't you ask me?" cried the Adventurer.
"Help yourself to the rest!" he invited caustically. "There isn't fifty thousand there, but you are quite welcome to all there is in return for those papers." The Adventurer was apparently obsessed with an inspection of his finger nails; he began to polish those of one hand with the palm of the other. "Quite so, Danglar!" he said coolly. "I admit it I am ashamed of myself.
Those words of Danglar, and their bald meaning, were true. Men did such things; men made in the image of their Maker did such things. They were going to kill a man to-night an innocent man whom they had made their pawn. She swept the jewels from her lap to the blanket, and rising, seized the candle, went to the door, looked out, and, holding the candle high above her head, peered down the stairs.
Where is the White Moll?" Rhoda Gray's hand felt Out along the wall for support. Was this a dream, some ghastly, soul-terrifying nightmare! Danglar! Those working lips! That callous viciousness, that leer in the degenerate face. It seemed to bring a weakness to her limbs, and seek to rob her of the strength to stand.
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