The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-20
S'THE WHITE MOLL"
 FRANK l.. PACKARD Appearing every day in serial form in the Magazine Section of The Times
FRANK l.. PACKARD
Continued from Yesterday

"Oh, all right!" said Dang1ar hur- r1ed1y. Don't start rowl After tonight I've an idea you'll be sweet enough to your husband and I'm willing to wait. Matty maybe hasn't told you the whole of it.''
 Matty! So that was the deformed creature's name, She glanced at him. He was grinning broadly. A family squabble seemed to afford him amusement. Her eyes shifted and a circuit of the room. It was pow erty-strtcken in appearance, bare floored, with the scantiest and cheap est of furnishings it's one window tightly shuttered.
 Maybe not" she said carelessly.
 well, then listen, Bertha!'' Dang lars voice was lowered earnestly. We've uncovered the Nabob's stuff! Do you get me? Every last one of the sparkIersi''
 FShoda Gray's eyes went back to the deformed creature at Danglar's side as the man laughed out abruptly.
 "Yes," grinned Matty Danglar, land they weren't in the empty noney-beIt that you beat it with like a scared cat after croaking Deemer!"
 How queer and dim the light seen- ed to go suddenIy-or was it a blur before her own eyes? She said nothing. Her mind seemed to be groping its way out of darkness to- ward some faint glean of light show ing in the far distance. She heard Danglar order his brother savagely to hold his tongue That was curi ous, too, because she was grateful for the mans gibe. Gypsy Nan, in her proper p erson, had murdered a man named Deener in an effort to se- cure
 Danglar's voice came again:
 Well, tonight wen get that stuff, @4 1se rr(I l,s lion: and tonight we'll get MT. House. Detective Cloran for keeps-bump him off. That cleans everything up. How does that strike you. Bertha p
 Rhoda Gray's hands under her shawl locked tightly together. Her prenonition had not betrayed her. She was face to face tonight with the beginning of the end.
 "It sounds finei'' she said derisfve- Iy.
 Danglars eyes narrowed for an i'm tant; and then he laughed.
 You're a rare one, Bertha!" he etacpfated again. You don't seem to pHs much stock in your husband 1ate1y.~
 why should I7'' she inquired in1- perturbafy. Things have been breaking fine, haven't they?-only not for us!" She cleared her throat though it were an ef"ort to talk. "I'm not going crazy with joy till I've been shown"
 Dang1ar leaned suddenly over the table.
 wen, come and look at the cards, then" he said impressive1y. Pull your chair up to the table. and I'll tell you"
 Rhoda Gray tilted her chair. in stead. nonchalantly back against the wall-ft was quite light enough Nrho frsa
 "I can hear you from I1ere," she said coolly. "rm not deaf. and I guess Matty's suite is safe enough so that you won't have to whisper all the time!''
 The deformed creature at the ,a- ble chortled again.
 Danglar scow1ed-
 Damn you, Berthal" he flung out savagely. "I could wiring that neck of yours sometimes, and"
 ''I know you could, Pierre" she interposed sweetIy. That's what I like about you-you're so considerate of me! But suppose you get down to cases. What's the story about those sparklers? And whats the game that's going to let me shed this Gypsy Nan stuff for keeps?"
 "ru tell her, Pierre" grinned the deformed one. 'It'll keep you two from splitting at one another; and
 
 stick around here" He swung his withered hand suddenly across the table and as suddenly all facetious- ness was gone both from his voice and manner. Say, you listen hard. Bertha! What Pierre's telling you Is straight You and him can kiss and make up tomorrow or the next day, or whenever you damned please; but tonight there ain't any more time for scrapping. Now. listen. I handed you a rap about beating it with the empty money-belt the night you croaked Deemer with an overdose of knockout drops in the private dining room up at the Hotel Marwitz, but you forget that! I afn't for start ing any argument about that. None of us blames you. We thought the stuff was tn the belt, too. And none of Us planes you for making a mis- take and going too strong with the drops. either; anybody might do that. And I'll say now that I Ike my hat off to you for the way you locked Cloran into the room with the dead man, and made your escape when Cloran had you dead to rights for the murder; and I'll say. too. that the way you've played Gypsy Nan and saved your skin. and ours too, is as sick a piece of work has ever been pulled in the underworld That puts us straight, you and me, don't it Bertha?"
 Rhoda Gray blinked at the man through her spectacles; her brain was whirling in mad turmoil
 1T always liked you, .Matty," she whispered softly.
 Danglar was lolling back in his chair, blowing smoke rings into the air. She caught his eyes fixed quizzi- cally upon her.
 GO on. Mattyi" he prompted. "Xou'n have her :n a good humor. fl you're not careful"
 we were playing more or less blind after that" The withered hand traced an aimless pattern on the ta- bIe with :tS crooked and half-closed fingers, and the mans face was puck cred into a shrewd, reminiscent scowl. "'The papers couldn't get a