The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-17
Continued from Saturday,

that cellar, she found now that she had been walking in the direction of the garret that sheltered her as Gyp- sy Nan. In another five minutes she could reach that deserted shed in the lane behind Gypsy Mans house where her own clothes were hidden, and it would take her but a very few min utes more to effect the transforma- tton from Gypsy Nan to the White MoH. And then, in another ten min utes, she should be back again at the Plugs room. The Pug had said he would not be much more than half n hour. but, as nearly as she could cal culate alone with Pinkie Bonn. It was enough-more than enough The prestige of the White Mo1I would do the rest. A revolver in the hands of the White Moll would insure instant and obedfent respect from Pinkie Bonn, or any other member of the gang under similar conditions And so-and so-it-would not be difficult Only there was a queer fluttering at her heart now, and her breath came in hard. short little inhalations. And she spoke suddenly to herself:
 I'm glad" she whispered, ,"I'm glad l saw those two old faces on that doorstep, because - because if I hadn't, IT would be afraid
 The minutes passed. The absolute figure of an old hag disappeared, like a deeper shadow in the blackness of a lane, through the broken door of a deserted shed; presently a slim, neat little figure. heavily yelled, emerged Again the minutes passed. And now the N yelled figure let herself in through the back door of the Pug's lodging house, and stole softly down the dark hall, and halted before the Pug's door.
 It was the White Moil now.
 From under the door, at the ill., fitting threshold. there showed a thin line of light. Rhoda Gray, with her ear against the door panel. listened There was no sound of voices from within. Pinkie Bonn, then, was still alone, and still waiting for the Pug. She glanced sharply around her. There was only darkness. Her glow ed right hand was hidden in the folds of her skirt; she raised her left hand and knocked softly upon the door two raps,, one rap, two raps. She repeated 1t And as 1t had been with Shluker, so it was now with her. A footstep crossed the floor within, the key turned in the lock, and the door was flung open.
 '.Ail right, Pug said Pinkie Bonn, '-I-'
 The mans words ended in a gasp of surprised amazement. With a quick step forward, Rhoda Gray was in the room. Her revolver, suddenly outflung, covered the other; and her free hand. reaching behind her, clos ed and locked the door again.
 , There was an almost stupid look of hewilderment on -Pfnkie Bonn's face.
 Rhoda Gray threw back her veil.
 My Gawd!" mumbled Pinlxie Bonn and licked his lips '"The White MoIl!"
 Yes said Rhoda Gray tersely. Put your hands up over your head and go over there and stand against the wall-with your face to it!'
 Pinkie Bonn, like an automaton moved purely by mechanical means, obeyed.
 Rhoda Gray followed him, and with the muzzle of her revolver press ed into the small of the mans back. felt rapidly over his clothes with her left hand for the bulge of his revolver. She found and possessed herself of the weopon, and, stepping back. or dered him to turn around again.
 ''I haven't much time, she said icily. I'll trouble you now for the cash you took from Marny Day and French Pete.
 My Gawd:" he mumbled again You know about that"
 "Quick,' she said imperatively. ':Put it on the table there. and then go back again to the wall!"
 Pinkie Bonn fumbled in his pocket. His face was white, almost chal1y white. and it her fear: but it's domf- nant expression was one of helpless ction. He placed the sheaf of banknotes on the table. and snuff fled back again to the wall.
 Rhoda Gray picked up the money, and retreated to the door. Still fac ing the man, working with her left hand behind her back. she unlocked the door again. and this time remov- ed the key from the lock.
 You are quite safe here.' she ob- served evenly since there appears 10 be no window through which you could get out: but you might make 1t a little unpleasant for me if you gave the alarm and aroused the other oc- cupantS of the house before I had got well away. I dare say that was in Nour mind. but''-she opened the door slightly. and inserted the key on the reconsider any su~n intentions Pinkie. If would be a very d!Sas- trous thing for you if I were caught. Somebody is wanted for the murder of Marry Day at Charities a little while ago, and a jury would undoubt- edly decide that the guilty man was the one who broke in the door there nd stole the money. And. if I were caught and were obliged to confess that I got it from you. and French Pete swore that 1t was whoever broke into the room that shot his pal. 1t might go hard With you, Pinkie don't you think so? ?'' She smiled coldly at the mans staring eyes and dropped jaw Goodnight. Pinkie; know you won't make any noise;'' she said softly-and suddenly opened the door. and In a flash stepped back into the hall, and closed and locked the door. and whipped out the key from the lock.
 And inside Pinkie Bonn made no sound.
 IT was done now Rhoda Cray drew in her breath irI a great chok- ing gasp of relief. She found her self trembling violently She found