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Updated: June 8, 2025
The Pug knows everything, where our money is, an' everything. They'll have us cold!" "Close your face, Pinkie!" It was Danglar speaking, his voice hoarse with uncontrollable rage. "Go on back, then, Shluker. Quick!" Rhoda Gray heard the hurried splashing of the oars now; and presently she felt the bumping of the boat against the wharf, and its violent rocking as the men climbed out of it again.
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.
But, anyway, he tells about it comm' from Philly this afternoon, an' French Pete an' Marny Day happens to be on the train, an' they hears it, an' frames it up to annex the coin before morning, 'cause he's got in too late to get the money into any bank to-day." Pinkie Bonn paused, and stuck his tongue significantly in his cheek. Shluker was rubbing his hands together now in a sort of unctuous way.
I gets a peek in, 'cause the door's cracked. It was French Pete an' Marny Day. I listens. An' after about two seconds I was goin' shaky for fear some one would come along an' I wouldn't get the whole of it. Take it from me, Shluk, it was some goods!" Shluker grunted noncommittingly. "Well, go on!" he prompted. "I didn't get all the fine points," grinned Pinkie; "but I got enough.
She intended to employ the vernacular that was part of the disguise of Gypsy Nan. If Shluker, for that was certainly Shluker there, gave the slightest indication that he took it amiss, her explanation would come glibly and logically enough she had to be careful; how was she supposed to know whether there was any one else about, or not!
He looked at the Pug, and the Pug winked knowingly with his half-closed left eyelid. Shluker reached out for a chair, and, finding it suspiciously wobbly, straddled it warily. "Mabbe I've been in wrong," he admitted. "What's the lay?" "Me," said Pinkie, "I was down to Charlie's this afternoon havin' a little lay-off, an' "
Shluker, hastening along, still muttering to himself, turned into a cross street some two blocks away, and from there again into a lane; and, a moment later, led the way through a small door in the fence that hung, battered and half open, on sagging and broken hinges. Rhoda Gray's eyes traveled sharply around her in all directions.
True, she knew by name and sight scarcely more than three of this crime clique, but at least she had a starting point from which to work. There was Shluker's junk shop where she had turned the tables on Danglar and Skeeny on the night they had planned to make the Sparrow their pawn. It was obvious, therefore, that Shluker himself, the proprietor of the junk shop, was one of the organization.
There was no sound of voices from within. Pinkie Bonn, then, was still alone, and still waiting for the Pug. She glanced sharply around her. There was only darkness. Her gloved right hand was hidden in the folds of her skirt; she raised her left hand and knocked softly upon the door-two raps, one rap, two raps. She repeated it. And as it had been with Shluker, so it was now with her.
I was wonderin a minute ago how you were goin' to keep your lamps on Pete and Marny from here, or know when they were goin' to pull their stunt, or where to find 'em." Pinkie Bonn, ignoring Shluker, leaned toward Rhoda Gray. "Say, Nan, is that straight?" he inquired anxiously. "You sure?" "Sure, I'm sure!" Rhoda Gray asserted tersely.
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