The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-14
<Continued from Yesterday

discussion. She cack1ed suddenly in jeering nirth.
 'T fought something was wrong wid herr' whispered the Pug with mock anxiety. "Mabbe she ain't we1li Tell US about it, NanI''
 When I do," she said conplacent- ly. -mabbe youse'n smile out of de other corner of dat mouth of yers! She turned to Shluker. ''Youss needn't lay awake waitin' fer dat thousand, Shluker, cause youse'n never see it. De little game's all off-cause it's already been pulled. See? Dere was near a riot as passes along a street goin' to yer place, an I gets piped off to wot's up, an it's de same story dat Ptnkie's told, an de cribs cracked, an de moneys gone-dat's all"
 ShIuker's face fell.
 '1 said you were fools when I first came in here!" he burst out sudden ly, wheeling on Pinkie Bonn and the Pug. I'm sure of it now. I was wonderin' a minute ago how you were goin' to keep your lamps on Pete and Marry from here, or know when they were goin' to pull their stunt, or where to find 'em."
 Pinkie Bonn, ignoring Shluker, leaned toward Rhoda Gray.
 Say, Nan, is that straight 9" he in quired anxiously. You sure?'
 Sure, I'm sure." Rhoda Gray as- serted tersely. The one thought in her head now was that ner informa- ton would naturally deprive these men here of any further interest in the matter, and that she would get away as quickly as possible. and, in some way or other, See that the police were tipped off to the fact that it was French Pete and Marny Day who had taken the old couples money. Those two old faces rose before her again now-blotting out most curious ly the face of Pinkie Bonn just in front of her. She felt strangely glad glad that she had heard all of old . Dainey's story, because she could see now ending to it other than the miserable, hopeless one of despair that she had read in the Daineys' faces just little while ago. Sure I'm sure." she repeated with finality.
 How long ago was it?" prodded Pinkie.
 "I dunno" she answered. 'I just went to Shlu.ler's, an den we comes over here- Youse cah figure it fer yerself.''
 And then Rhoda Gray stared at the other-with sudden misgiving. Pinkie Bonn's face was suddenly wreathed in smiles.
 I'll answer you now, Shluk.'' he grinned. What do you think? That we're nuts. me an Pug? Well, for get it! We didn't have to stick around watchin' Pete an Marry; we just had to wait until they had col Iected the dough That was the most that would be. Well, de don't have to wonder any more We know now that the cherries are ripe? See? An now we'll go an pick 'em! Where? Where dye suppose? Down to Charities. of cours!e hears 'en talkin' about that, too. They ain't so foolishI They're out for an alibi themselves. Get the idea? They was to sneak out of Charlie's without anybody seein' 'em, an if everything broke right for 'em, they was to sneak back again an spend the night there. No. they ain't so foolish-I guess they ain't, There ain't no place in New York you can get in an out of with out nobody knowin' it like Charlie's, if you know the way, an'-
 .Aw, write de rest of it down in yer memo;rs!" interposed the Pug impatiently-and moved toward the door. Its all right, Shluker-aH de way. Now. everybody beat it, an get on de job. Nan, youse sticks wid Pinkie an me"
 Rhoda Gray, her mind in confusion,
 
 ly through the doorway by the three men. Still in a mentally confused condition, she found herself, a few minutes later-Shluker having part ed company with them walking along the street between Pinkie Bonn and the Pug. She was fighting des- perately to obtain a grip uupon her self The information she had vol unteered had had an effect diametri- cally opposite to that which she had intended. She seemed terribly inn potent; as though she were being swept from her feet and borne on- ward by some swift and remorseless current, whether she would or no
 The Pug. in his curious whisper, was talking to her:
 P1nkte knows de way in. We don't want any row in dere, on ac- count of Charlie. We ain't fer put tin his place on de rough, an get tin him raided by de bulls Charities all to de good See? Well, dat's wot d likely happen if me an Pinkie busts in on Pete an Marry widout sending in our visitin'-cards first. po- Hte-like. Dey would pull deir guns an though we'd get de coin just de same, dere'd be hell to pay fer Charlie. an de whole place d go up in fireworks right off de bat. We'll. dis Is where youse come in. Youse are de visitin'-card. Youse gets ir- to deir bunk room. pretendin' youse have made a mistake. an youse leaves de door open behind youse Dey don't know youse. an, bein' a woman, dey won't pull no gun on youse. An den youse breaks 1t gently to dem dat dere's coupla gents out side, an just about den dey looks up an sees me am Pinkie an our guns an I guess dats all Get it"
 Sure!" mumbled Rhoda Gray.
 The Pug talked on. She did not hear him. It seemed as though her brain ached literally, with an acute physical pain What was she to do? What could she do? She must do something, There must be some way to save herself from being drawn into the very center of this vortex to-