The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-18
THE LAME MAN


 Another night - another day! And the night again had been without rest, lest Danglars dreaded footstep come upon her unawares; and the again had been one of restless, abor- tive activity, now proving the streets as Gypsy Nan, now returning to the garret to fling herself upon the cot in the hope that in daylight, when she might risk it, sleep would come. but it had been without avail, for, in spite of physical weariness, it seem ed to Rhoda Gray as though her tor tured mind would never let her sleep again DangEar's wifei That was the horror that was in her brain, yes, and in her soul, and that would not leave her.
 And now night was coming upon her once more It had even begun to grow dark here on the lower stair way that led up to that wrecthed, haunted garret above where in the shadows stark terror lurked. Strange! Most straingei She feared the night and yet she welcomed it. In a lit tie while, when it grew little dark CT. she would steal out again and take up her work once more. It was only during the night, under the veil of darkness, that she could hope to make any progress in reaching to the heart and core of this criminal clique which surrounded her, whose members ac- cepted her as Gypsy Nan, and, there fore, as one of themselves, and who would accord to her, if they but even suspected her to be the White Moll. less mercy than would be shown to a mad dog.
 She climbed the stairs. Fear was upon her now. because fear was al- ways there, and with 1t was abhor- renee and loathing at the frightful existence fate had thrust upon her; but, somehow, tonight she was not so depressed, not so hopeless, as she had been the night before There had been a little success; she had come a little farthe along the way; she knew a little more tha9 she had known before of the inner workings of the gang who were at the bottom of the crime of which she herself was accused. She knew now the Adventurer's secret, that the Pug and the Adventurer were one; and she knew where the Adventurer lived, now in one character, now in the other, in those two rooms almost op- posite each other across that tene- ment hall.
 And So it seemed that she had the right to hope, even though there were still so many things she did not know, that If she allowed her mind to dwell upon that phase of iS. it staggered her-where those code message came from, and how; why Rough Rorke of headquarters had never made a sign since that first night; hw ythe original Gypsy Nan, who was dead new. had been forced into hid ing with the death penalty of the law hanging over her;f why Danglar, though Gypsy Mans husband, was comparatively free. These, and a myriad other things, But she counted now upon her knowledge of the Adventurer's secret to force from him everything he knew; and, with that to work on, a confession from some of the gang in corroboration that would prove the authorship of the crime of which she had seemingly been caught in the act of commit ting.
 Yes, she was beginning to see the way at last--through the Adventurer It seemed a sure and certain way. If she presented herself before him as Gypsy Nan. whom he believed to be- not only one of the gang, but actually