The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-04-28
''THE WHITE MOLL"
 FRANK L. PACKARD Appearing every day in serial form in the Magazine Section of The Times
Sa4.sued From Yesterday.)
FRANK l.. PACKARD

~Oh!" she sniffed. She stared at him for moment. There was something in which there was the ut termost of irony now, it seemed. in this meeting between them. Last night she had striven to meet him alone. and she had meant to devote tonight to the same purpose; and she was here with him now, and in place than which. in her widest hopes, she could have imagined one no better suited to the reckoning she would have demanded and forced. And she was helpless. powerless to make use of it. She was unarmed. Her revolver was gone. Without that to protect her, at an intimation that she was the White Moll she would never leave the shed alive. The spot would be quite as ideal under those circumstances for him. as it would have been under other cir cumstances for her. She shrugged her shoulders. Danglar's continued silence evidently invited further com rnent on her part. "OhT she sniffed again. And I suppose, then, that you have been chasing the White Mill ever since last night at II, and that's why you didn't get around sooner to al1ay my fears, even though you knew I must be half mad with anxiety at the way things broke last night. She'll have us down and out for keeps if you haven't got brains, enough to Leat her. How much longer is this thing going on?"
 Danglar's little black eyes narrow ed. She caught a sudden glint of triumph in them. It was Danglar now who laughed.
 Not much Iongeri" His voice was arrogant with malicious satis- faction. ''The luck had to turn, hadn't it? We'll. it's turned! I've got the White Moll at last!''
 She felt the color leave her face. It seemed as though something had closed with an icy clutch upon her heart. She had heard alright. hadn't she?-that he had said he had got te White Moll at last. And there was no mistaking the mans sinister delight in making that announce ment. Had she been premature. ter ribly premature. in assuring herself that her identity was still safe as far as he was concerned? Did 1t mean that. after iall, he had been playing at cat-and-mouse with her, as she had at first feared?
 "Y Yout-you've got the White Mol? ?'' She forced the words from her lips, striving to keep her voice steady and in control. and to infuse into it an ironical incredulity.
 "Sure!' he said complacentIy. "The
 
 hour so we'll have here where want her. and-''
 "Oh!" She laughed almost hys- terically in relief. T thought SO! You haven't got her yet. You're only going to get her-in another hour oh so! You make me tired! It's all ways in 'another hour or so' with yoIsAand it never comes offi''
 0anglar scowled at her under the taunt.
 It'll come off this time" he snarled in savage menace. You hold that tongue of yours! Yes, it'n come off! And when it does'-a sweep of fury sent the red into his working face-"I'u keep the promise I made her once-that she'd wish he had never been born! Dye hear. tertha?''
 'I hear" she said indifferently. "But would you mind telling me how you are going to do it? I might believe you then-perhaps"
 Damn you. Bertha!" he exploded. Sometimes I'd like to wiring that pretty neck of yours; and some times I'-he moved suddenly to- ward herr would sell my soul for you, and--'
 She retreated from him coolly.
 Never mind about that! This isn't a love scenei" she purred caus- ticaily. And as for the other, save it for the White MolI. What makes you think you've got her at 1ast?"
 T don't think I know" @ He stood gnawing at his lips, cycling her uncertainty, half angrily. half hun grily. And then he shrugged his shoulders. Lsten!" he said. s'I've got some one else, too! And I know now where the leak that's queered every one of our games and put the -1,Yk E@yI nf our plans beforehand has come from. I guess you'n believe me now. won't you? We've got that dude pal of hers fastened up tighter than the night he fastened me with his cursed handcuffs! Do you know who that same dude pal is?'' He laughed in an ugly, immoderate way. You don't. of course. so I'll tel you. It's the Pugi"
 Rhooda Gray did not answer. Il was growing dark here in the shed now perhaps that was why the Inan't form blended suddenly into the doorway and wall, and blurred before her. She tried to think, but there seemed to have fallen upon her There was no confusing this issue Danglar had found out that the Ad- venturer was the Pug. And it meant oh. what did it mean? They would kill him. Of course. they would kill him. The Adventurer discovered, would be safer at the mercy of a pack of starved pumas and
 T thought that would hold your said Danglar with brutal serenity That's why I didn't get around til now. I didn't get back from tha1 chase until dayiight-the she-fient stole our car-and then I went te bed to get little sleep. About ; o'clock this afternoon Pinkie Bonn woke me up. He was half batty with excitement He said he wa. over in the tenement in the Pug: room. The Pug wasn't in, and Pinkit was waiting for him. and then all of sudden he heard a woman screaming like mad from somewhere. He wen to the door and looked out, and say