The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-05-01
Continued from Saturday }

NeIllS Ter S1nk W1Ih' a miserable sense of impotence and dismay. Yes, this was the place beyond question. Through the picket fence she could make out the looming shadows of many buildings, and spidery iron structures that seemed to cobweb the darkness, and-and- Her face mir rored her misery. She had thought of a single building. Where, inside there, amongst all those rambling structures. with little time, perhaps none at all, to search, was she to find the Adyenturer?
 She did not try to answer her own question-she was afraid that her dismay would get the better of her if she hesitated for an instant She crossed the street, choosing a spot between two of the arc lamps where the shadows were blackest. It was a high fence, but not too high to climb She reached up, preparatory to pulling herself to the top-and drew back with a stifled cry. She was too late, then-already too late. They were ahead of her-and on guard after all! A mans form. ap- bearing suddenly out of the darkness but a few feet away, was making quickly toward her She wrenched her automatic from her pocket. The touch of the weapon in her hand re- stored her self-control.
 a.. Don't come any nearer!" she cried out sharply. "I will fire if you dol"
 And then the man spoke.
 Its you ain't it?" he called In guarded eagerness. "It's the White Mollnin't it? Thank God, it's you!"
 Her extended hand with the auto matic fell to her side She had rec ogn:zed his voice. It wasn't Danglar, it wasn't one of the gang, or the watchman who was no better than an accompIice; 1t was Marty Finch, alias the Sparrow.
 Martyr" she exclaimed. "You! What are you doing here?"
 I'm here to keep you from goin' in there!" he answered excitedly. "And-and, say, I was afraid I was too late. Don't you go in there! For Gods sake, don't you go! They're layin' a trap for you! They're goin' to bump you off! I know all about ft!"
 You know? What do you mean?" she asked quickly. ''How do you know?''
 "'I quit my job a few days after that fellow you called DangIar tried to murder me that night you saved me- said the Sparrow, with a savage laugh "I knew he had it in for you, and I guess I had something comin to him on my own account too, hadn't I? That's the job I've been on ever since-tryin' to find the dirty pup. And I found himl But it wasn't un- til tonight. though you can believe me there weren't many joints in the old town where didn't look for him. My luck turned tonight. I spotted him comin' out of Italian Joe's bar. See? I followed him. After a while he slips into a lane, and from the street saw him go into a shed there. I worked my way up quiet, and got as near as I dared without bein' heard . and seen. and I listened. He was talkin' to a woman. I couldn't hear everything they said. and they quar- reled a lot; but I heard him say something about framin' up job to get somebody down to the old iron plant behind Jake Malleys saloon and bump 'em off, and I heard him say there wouldn't be any White Moll by morning, and I put two and two together and beat for here."
 Thank you, Marty! You haven't got 1t quite right - though, hank Heaven, you git it the way you did. since you are here nowl" she said fervently. 'It wasn't me. it wasn't the White Moll, they expected to get here! it's the man who helped me that night to clear you of the Hay den-Bond robbery that Danglar meant to make you shoulder He
 
 got him a prisoner somewhere in there; and they're coming back to- to torture him into telling them where I am, and-and afterwards to do away with him. That's why I'm here. Marty-to get him away, if I can. before they come back
 The Sparrow whistled low under his breath
 Well. then. guess it's my hunt. too" he said coolly. And I guess this is where a prison bird horns in with the goods. Ever since I've been looking for that Da.nglar guy. I've been carryin' a 6un kit-because I didn't know what might break. or what kind of mess might want to get out of. Come on. We ain't got no time. There's a couple of broken pickets down there. We might be seen climbin' the fence. Come on!"
 Bread upon the waters! With a sense of warm gratitude upon her, Rhoda Gray followed the ex-convict. They made their way through the fence. A long, low building, a stor- age shed evidently. showed a few yards in front of them. It seemed to be quite close to the river, for now she could see the reflection of lights from here and there playing on the black. nirror-Iike surface of the water Farther on. over beyond the Saed, the yard or Ihe pI8ut- oo<teH with other buildings and those spiderF iron structures which she Lad pre- viously noticed, stretched away until 1t was lost in the darkness Here, however, within the radius of one of the street arc lamps it was quite light
 Rhoda Gray had paused in almost hopeless indecision 4s to how or where to begin her search. when the Sparrow spoke again
 ''ft looks like we got a long hunt,'' whispered the Sparrow; but a few minutes before you Can3e- a guy with a lantern comes from over across the yard there and nosed around that shed. and acted kind of queer, and I could see him stick his head up against fhen side doors there aS S