The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-03-25
A SECOND VISITOR

Mechanically Rhoda Gray thrust the paper into the pocket of her skirt. The door swung open. A tall man, well dressed, as far as could be seen in the uncertain light, slouch hat pulled far down over his eyes, stood on the threshold, sur veying the interior of the garret.
 The Adventurer rose composedly to his feet-and moved slightly back out of the direct radius of the candlelight
 There was silence for a moment, and then the man in the doorway laughed unp1easantly.
 "Helloi' he flung out harshly Who's the dude, Nan?'
 Rhoda Gray, on the edge of the bed, shrugged her shoulders. The Adventurer was standing quite at his ease, his soft hat tucked under his right arm, his hand thrust into the side pocket of his coat. She could no longer see his face distinctly.
 'wen?'' There was a snarl in the mans voice as he advanced from the doorway. You heard me, didn't you :? Who is he ?"
 Why don't youse ask him yer self?" inquired Rhoda Gray trucu- lently. 'T dunno
 You don't eh?" The man had halted close to where the candle stood 'on the floor between himself and the AdVenturer. Well, then, I guess we'll find out!' He was peering in the Adventurer's direction and now there came a sudden savage scowl to his face. 'It seems to me I've seen those clothes somewhere before. and I guess now we'll take a look at your face so that there won't be any question about recognition the next time we meet"
 The Adnevturer laughed softly.
 xxrfIJ 1Na he said calmly. Its Danglar, isn't it? I am surely not mistaken. Par son Danglar, isn't it? I am surely not mistaken. Pahon Danglar, alias -ah! Please don't do that!'
 It semed to Rhoda Gray that it happened in the space of time it might take a watch to tick: The lifting the candle with the obvious intention of thrusting it into the Ad- venturer's face-a glint of metal as the Adventurer whipped a revolver from the side pocket of his coat-and then. how they go there she could not tell, h was done so adroitly and swiftly, the thumb and forefinger of the Adventurer'S left hand had closed on the candle wick and snuffed it out and the garret was in darkness
 There was a savage oath, a snarl of rage from the man whom the Adven- turer had addressed as Danglar; then an inStant's silence; and then the Ad- venturer'S voice-from the doorway:
 .'I beg of you not to vent your dis appointment on the lady-Danglar. l assure you that she is in no way re- sponsible for my visit here, and as far as that goes, never saw me be- fore in her life Also, it is only fair to tell you, in case yog should con- sider leaving here too hurriedly. that am really not at all a bad shot night. Danglar-and you, my dear lady.'
 Danglar's voice rose again in a flood of profane rage. He stumbled and moved around in the dark.
 Damn it." he shouted. Where are the matches? Where's the lamp ? This cursed candles put enough to the bad already! Do you hear Where's the lamp?''
 Its over dere on de floor, bust to pieces'' mumb1ed Rhoda Gray Youse'H find the matches on re washstand, an@
 whats the idea?" There was a sudden. steel-nke note dominating the angry tones. What are you handing me that hog-wash 1anguage for? Eh? It's damned queer! There's been damned queer doings around here ever since last night See?- Whats the idea?'
 Rhoda Gray felt her face whiten ir the darkness. 1t was the slip she had feared; the slip that she had had to take the chance of making and which, if 1t were not retrieved, and instantly retrieved, now that it wa: