The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-03-24
(Continued from Yesterday

< WCuIo De beyond the 1nlG1edlaIe fa- dius of the candle light. Then she stuffed across the floor to the door. Who s dere?" she demanded again, and her hand, deep in the voluminous pocket of Gypsy Mans greasy skirt, closed tightly around the stock of Gypsy Mans revolver
 The voice that answered her eX- postulated in a pla:ntive whisper:
 My dear lady. And after all the trouble I have taken to reach here without being either seen or heard!
 For an instant Rhoda Gray hes5- tated-there seemed something ia nailiar about the voice-then she un- locked the door. and retreated to- ward the bed.
 The door opened and closed softly Rnoda Gray, reaching the edge of the bed, sat down. It was the fashion ably-attired, immaculate young man. man, who had saved her from Rough Rorke last night. She started at him in the faint light without a word. Her mind was racing in a mad turmoil of doubt, uncertainty, fear. Was he one of the gang. or not? Was she, in the role of Gypsy Nan, supposed to know him. or not? Did he know that the real Gypsy Nan, too, had but played part, and, therefore, when she spoke must it be in the vernacuIar of the East Side-or not? And then sudden enlightenment, with it's incident relief. came to her.
 My dear lady''-the young mans soft felt hat was under his arm, and he was p1ucking daintily at the fin gers of his yellow gloves as he re- moved them-'I beg you to pardon the intrusion of a perfect stranger. I offer you my very genuine apologies My excuse is that I come from al hope I am not oVerstepping the bounds in using the term-mutual friend.''
 Rhode Gray snorted disdainfully.
 "Aw, cut out de boudo.r talk, am get down to cases!" she croaked- '.Who are youse, anyway"
 The young man had gray eyes-and they lighted up now humorously.
 "Boudoir? Ah-yes Of course! Awfully neat!' His eyes, from the chair that held the candle, strayed around the scantily furnished, murky garret as though in search of a seat. and finally rested inquiringly on Rhoda Gray.
 f'Youse can put de candle on de floor, if youse like" she said grudg- ing1y. Oats de only chair dere it.''
 Thank you!" he said.
 Rhoda Gray watched him with puckered brow, as he placed the gin bottle with its candle on the floor,
  from his tone, have been thanking her for some priceless boon. He wore a boutonniere. His clothes fit ted him like gloves. He eXuded a certain studied, almost Ianguid fastid- iousness-that was wholly out of keeping with the quick, daring, agile wit that he had exhibited the night before. She found her hand toying unconsciously with the weapon in her pocket. She was aware that the was fencing with unbuttoned foils. How much did he know-about last night
 ''Wen, why don't youse spill it ?' she invited curtly.~ "Who are youse?''
 "who am I?" He lifted the lapel of his coat. carrying the boutonniere to his nose. My dear lady, l am an adventurer.'
 ''Youse don't say!" observed Rhoda Gray, alias Gypsy Nan. ':An' wot's dat wen it's at home?"
 .'In my case first of all a gentle man, I trust he said pleasantly; .'after that, I do not quarrel with the accepted definition of the term though it is not altogether compIi- mentary.''
 Rhoda Gray scowIed. As Rhoda Gray she might have answered him: $ as Gypsy Nan, it was too subtle, and she was beyond her depth.
 .sYouse look to me like a slick crooki' she said bluntly.
 4I will admit he said. that I have at times. perhaps taken liberties with the law"
 well. den" she snapped. "cut out de high-brow ctuff, an come across wid wot brought youse here I ain | hoIdin' no reception. Who's de friend youse was talkire about?'
 The Adventurer looked around him, and lowered his voice.
 The White Mou." he said.
 Rhoda Gray eyed the man for a long minute;, then she shook her head
 .'I take back wot l said about youse bein' a slick crook she announced cooIly ''I guess youse're a dick from headquarters. We'll, youse got de wrong number-see? Me fingers are crossed Try next door,
 The Adventurer's eyes were fixed floor He raised them now signitf- cantIy to hers
 you helped her to get away from Rough Rorke last night" he said gently. Well so did l. I am very anxious to find the White Mou, and. as I know of no other way except through you, I have got to make you believe in me. if l can Listen, my dear lady-and don't look at me SC suspiciousIy I have already admit ted that I have taken liberties with the law. Let me add now that last night there was a little fortune oi quite few thousand dollars that had already made up my mind was as good as in my pocket. l was on mN way to get 1.-the newspaper will al ready have given you the details wien I found that | had been fore stalled by the young lady, who- ths pa pers say. is known as the White Moll" He smiled whin1sical}E- ETer though one might be a slick crook as you suggest. it is no reason why he should fal in his duty to hImself--a' a gentleman. What other course Wa open to me? I discovered a ver, charming young lady in the grip o hulking police brute. She also. ap sparentIy took liberties with the law There was a bond between us I-> took it upon myself to do what