The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-29
''THE WHITE MOLL"
 FRANK l.. PACKARD Appearing every day in serial form in the Magazine Section of The Times
tcontisred From Yesterday.)
FRANK l.. PACKARD

(ContilsNed From Yesterday.)
 "It's all r1sht. old girl!' he said exuberantly. You've been through hell, you have: but it's all right at last. You leave it to mel Your husbands got a kiss to make up for every drop of that grease you've had to put on the prettiest face in New York"
 It seemed as though she must scream out. It was hideous. She could not force herself to endure it another instant even for safetys safe. She pushed him away. It was un- bearable-at any risk, cost what 1t might Mind, soul and body recoiled from the embrace.
 Leave me alonet" she panted. You've been drinking. Leave me aIone!'
 He drew back and laughed.
 Not very much" he said '"The celebration hasn't started yet, and you'll be in on that. I guess your nerves have been getting shaky lately. haven't they? Well, you can figure on the swellest rest-cure you ever heard of, Bertha. Take it from me! We're going down to keep the Pug company presently. You blow around to Matty's about midnight and get the election returns. We'll fin ish the job after that by getting C1oran out of the road some way be- fore morning, and that will let you out for keeps-there won't be any one left to recognize the woman who fled out" He backed to the door way. Get me- Come over to Mat tvs, and see the rajah's sparkIers about midnight. We'll have 'em then-and the she-fiend, too. So long, Bertha!"
 She scarcely heard him: she an swered mechanically.
 'Good-night," she said.
 XIX
 BREAD UPON THE WATERS
 For a moment after Danglar had gone, Rhoda Gray stood motionless; and then, the necessity for instant &C., ton upon her, she moved quickly to- ward the doorway herself. There was only one thing she could do, just one; but she must be sure first that Dang1ar was well started on his way. She reached the doorway, looked out and suddenly caught her breath in a low, quick inhalation. In the semi-darkness she could just make out Danglar's form, perhaps twenty five yards away now, heading along the lane toward the street; but be- hind Danglar, at a well-guarded dis tance in the rear, hugging the
 
 form of another man. Her brows knitted in a perplexed and anxious frown. The second man was un- doubtedly following Danglar. That was evident. But why? Who was it? What did It mean7
 She retreated back into the shed, and commenced hastily to disrobe and dress again in her own clothes. which she had flung down upon the floor. Tn ha In ct aIxySi d oaff 11n it was that was following Danglar- even if it were one of the police? For supposing that the man who was shadiowina Danglar was a plain clothes man, and suppose he even followed Danglar and the rest of the gang to the old iron plant. and sup pose that witht he necessary assist ance he rounded them all up, and in that sense effected the Adventurer's rescue, it scarcely meant a better fate for the Adventurer! It simply meant that the Adventurer, as one of the gang, and against whom every one of the rest would testify as the sole means left to them of wreaking their vengeance upon one who had tricked and outwitted them again and again for his own ends. would stand his trial with the others. and with the others go behind prison bars for a long term of years
 She hurried now, completing the last touches that transformed her from Gypsy Nan into the yelled figure of the White Moll. stepped out into the pane and walking rapidly, reach ed the street and headed. not in the direction of Harlem, but deeper over into the East Side. Even as Dang lar had been speaking she had req nzed that, for the Adventurer's own sake. and irrespective of what any premature disclosur. of her own iden- tity to the authorities might mean to her she could not call upon the police for aid. There was only one way just one-to go herself, to reach the Adventurer herself before Danglar returned there and had an opportun- tty of putting his worse than murder ous intentions into effect.
 We'll, she was going there, wasn't she? And if she lost no time she should be there easily ahead of them. and her chances would be excellent of releasing the Adventurer with very little risk. From what Danglar had said, the Adventurer was there alone Once tied and gagged there had been no need to leave anybody to guard him, save that the watchman would ordinarily serve to keep any one off the premises which was all that was necessary. But that he had been left at all worried her greatly. He had. of course. already refused to talk What they had done to him she did not know, but the solitary confine- ment' panglar had referred to was undoubtedly the first step in their eff forts to break his spirit. Her lips frightened as she went along. Surely she could accomplish itI She had but to evade the watchman only first the lost revolver. the one safe guard against an adverse turn of for tune. must be replaced, and that was where she waS going now. She knew, from her associations with the underworld as the White Mon in the o!d days, where such things could be purchased and no questions asked. if one were known. And she was known in the establishment to which she was going, for evil days had once