The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-03-29
''THE WHITE MOILo FRANK l.. PACKARD Appearing every day in serial form in the Magazine Section of The Times
Continued from Yesterday
FRANK l.. PACKARD

Good work, SkeenyI You've got the Sparrow nicely trussed up, see. Well, he'll do as he is for while there. I told the boys to hold off a bit. It's safer to wait an hour or two yet, before moving him away from here and pumping him off,
 1.-Two jobs instead of one." a surly voice answered. we might just as well have finished him and slipped him away for keeps when we first got our hooks on him."
 'Got a little sick of your wood carving, while you stuck around by your lonesome and watched him eh?" Danglar's tones were jocularly facetious. Don't grouch, Skeeny! We're not killing for fun-it doesn't pay. Supposing anything had brok- en wrong up the avenue-eh? We wouldn't have had our friend the Sparrow there for the next time we tried iti'
 There was som ething aIohorrently callous in the laugh that followed It seemed to fan into flame a smolder- ing fire of passionate anger in Rhoda Gray's soul. And before it panic fled. Her hand felt upward for the next stair-tread, and she crept on again, as a face seemed to rise be- fore herf-not the Sparrow's face-a womans face. It was a face that was crowned with very thin white hair, and it's eyes were the saddest she had ever seen, and yet they were brave, steady old eyes that had not lost their faith; nor had the old, care lined face itself, in spite of suffering lost it's gentleness and sweetness. And then suddenly it seemed to change, that face and become wreathed in smiles. and happy tears to run cours- ing doown the wrinkled cheeks. Yes, she remembered! It had brought he foo~ r. hoy f the night that the wayward Spar row, home from the penitentiary, on his knees, his head buried in his mother's lap, had sworn that he would go straight,
 Fear! It seemed as though she never had known, never could know fear-that only a merciIess tigerish, unbrid1ed fury had her in it's thra1l. And she went up. step after step, as Danglar spoke again:
 9Th ere's noting to it! The Spar row there fell for the telephone when Stevie played the doctor. And old Hayden-Bond of course grants his prison-bir6 chauffeur's request to spend the night with his mother. who the doctor says is taken worse, be- cause the old guy knows there is a mother who really is sick. Only MT. Hayd den-Bond, and the police with him, will maybe figure it a little diff
 
 find the safe footed, and that the Sparrow, instead of ever going near the poor old dame, has flown the coop and can't be found And in case there's any lingering doubt in their minds. that piece of paper with the grease-smudge and the Spar rows greasy-finger-prints on it, that you remember we copped a few days ago in the garage, will set them straight. The Cricket slipped it in among the papers he pulled out of the safe and tossed around on the floor. It looks as though tool had been wiped with it while the safe was be- ing cracked, aand that it got covered over by the stuff that was emptied out, and had been forgotten. I guess they won't be long in comparing the finger-prints with the ones the Spar row kindly left with them when they measured him for his striped suit the time they sent him up the river ed ?''
 Rhode Gray could see now Her eyes were a 1eved with the land 1 ing. and diagona1ly across from the I head of the stairs was the open | doorway of a lighted room She could | not SC all of the interior. but she | could see uite enough. Two men sat- l side face to her. one at each end of l a rough deal table-Danglar, and an | ugly, pock-marked. unshaven man, in | a peaked cap that was drawn down l lover his eyes, who whittled at stick , with a huge jack-knife. The latter | was Skeeny. obviously: and the jack knife and the stick, quite as obvious 1 ly explained Danglars facetious ref erence to woodworking. And then | her eyes shifted. and widened as they l rested on a huddled form that she could see by looking under and beyond | the table, and that lay spraw1ed out | f1 & Skeeny pushed the peak of his cap | back with the point of his knife blade.
 Whats the haul size up at?" he 1 demanded Anything in the safe besides the shiners?"
 "A few hundred dollars Danglar | replied. "I don't know exactly how much. told the Cricket to divide it | up among the boys who did the 1 rough work. That's good enough. isn't l It, Skeeny? IL gives you a little eN- l tra. You'll get yours
 Skeeny grunted compliance.
 well. let's have look at the white | ones then. he said.
 Rhode Gray was standing upright 1 in the little hallway now, and now, pressed close against the wall. she i edged toward the door-pamb. And a | queer. grim little smile came and | twisted the sensitive lips, she she | drew her revolver from her pocket l The merciless. pitiless way in which | the newspapers had fiayed the White | Moll was not, after all, to be wholly | regretted The cool clever resource | fulness, the years of reckless daring | attributed to the White Mol, would | stand her in good stead now Ev- l erS7body on the East Side knew her | by sight These men knew her. It | was not merely a woman ambitiously i attempting to beard two men who, l pehaps. holding her sex in contempt | in an adventure of this kind, might | throw discretion to the winds and l give scant respect to her revolver, for | behind the muzzle of that revilver | was the reputation of the White | Mon. They would take her at face | value-as one who not only knew |