The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-03-23
(Continued from Yesterday

tow, she spread and rubbed in, as craftIy as she could, the grtme streaks on her face and hands. It was neither artistic nor perfect, but in the meager, f1ickering light now She face of Gypsy Nan seemed to stare reassuringly back at her It might not deceive any one in day. "fght-she did not know, and it did lot matter now-but with only this .and1e to light the garret, since the Annp was empty, she could fairly eount on her identity not being ques- toned.
 She blew out the candle, left it on the washstand. because, if she could help it, she did not want to risk hav- ing it lighted near the bed or door, and, >tiptoeing now, went to the door, unlocked it, then threw herself down upon the bed.
 . Possibly a minute went by. possibly two, and then there was a fuick step on the 1adder-like stairs, the door handle was rattled violently, and the door was flung open and slammed shut again.
 Rhoda Gray sat upright on the bed It was her wits now. her wits against Rough Rorke's; nothing else could save her. She could not even make out the mans form, it was so dark; but, as he had not moved, she was quite well aware that he was stand ing with his back to the door, evil dently trying to place his surround ings.
 It was Gypsy Nan, not Rhoda Gray. who spoke
 Who's dere?" she screeched. isD'ye' hear, blast youse, who's dere?''
 Rough Rorke laughed gratingfF.
 That you, Nan, my dear?"
 Who d'youse t'ink it is-me gran nother?" demanded Rhoda Gray Fl7uo of
 @'Rorke." said Rorke shortly. 'I guess you know, don't you?"
 'Is dat sop snorted Rhoda Gray sweI den, youse can beat it-hop it --on de jump! wot t'hell right have youse got bustin' into me room at dis time of ntght-eh? I aint done noth- in'.'
 Rough Rorke, his feet scuffling to Efeel the way, came forward.
 Cut 1t out,' he snarled. 'I ain't the only visitor you've got! It's rot Sou [ want; it's the White MoI1.'
 "wot's dat got to do wid me?" Rhoda Gray flung back hotly. she ain't here. is she? ?"
 "Yes. she's here, Rough Rorke's voice held an ugly menace. "I lost her around the corner, but a woman rrom a window across the~street, who heard the row, saw her run into this gouse. She aiu't downstairs-so you can ItSueS lHe rest o"t 'hV @oA'G iway I do" .sDe woman was kidding youse." Rhoda Gray. alias Gypsy Nan, cackled Id erisively. "Dere ain't nobody here &ut me"
 wen see about that" said Rough sRork shortly. Strike a Hght!" ! "Aw, strike it yerself' retorted Deres a candle over dere on de vashstand against de wall, if youse wants it'
 A match erackIed and spurted into .hame; it's light fell upon the lamp standing on the chair beside the bed. Rough Rorke stepped toward it"
 ..Dere afn't any oil in dat" croabed rRhoda Gray. Didn't I tell youse de candle was over here on de wash stand, an-
 The words seemed to freeze in her ,1hroat. the chair, the lamp, the shad- ovy figure of the man in the match flame to swirl before her eyes, and sick nausea to come upon her soul itself. With short. triumphant .s,ath. Rough Rorke had stopped sud- denly and reached in under the chair. And now he was dangling a new, 1black kid glove in front Of her. Caught, Yes she was caught She remembered Gypsy Mans attempt to nut on her gloves-one must have
  of them when Gypsy Nan had thought to put them in her pocket! The mans voice came to her as from some great distance: .sSo. she ain't here-afn't she! I'll teach you to lie to mel I'll The match was dying out. Rorke raised 1t higher and with the last hfcker located the washstand. and made toward il, obviously for the candle.
 Her wits against Rough Rorkes! >yothsnr else could save heri Failing 10 find any one here but herself. cer- 1ain now that the While Moll was here. only a fool could have falleo in his deduction-and Rough Rorke was not a fool. Her wits against Rough Rorkes, There was the time left her while the garret was still in darkness just that. no more!
 With a quick spring she leaped from the bed, seized the chair. send ing the lamp to the floor, and. drag rins the chair after her to make as much noise and confusion as she could. she rushed for the door. screeching at the top of her voice:
 "Run, dearie, run, Run!" She WAS scuffling with her feet. clattering The chair as she wrenched the door open. And then. fin her own voice: Man, I won't! I won't let you stand for this, I@
 Then as Gypsy Nan again: Run. deariei Don't youse mind old Nan!'' She banged the door shut, locked it. and whipped out the key. It had taken scarcely a second She was still screeching at the top Of her voice to cover the absence of flying footsteps on the stairs Run, dearie. run. Runr'
 And then, in the darkness. the can die still unlfghten, Rough Rorke was on her like a madnan- With a sweep of his arm he sent her crashing to the floor, and wrenched at the door. The next instant he was on her again.
 .aThe key. Give me that key.' he roared.
 For answer she flung it from her It fell with tinkle on the floor at the far rAend of the garret
 u,he man was beside himself with