the white moll-第60部分

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then　Pinkie　goes　pop…eyed。　　The　man's　face　was　the　face　of　the　White
Moll's　dude　pal　…　but　he　had　on　the　Pug's　clothes。　　Pinkie's　a　wise
guy。　　He　slips　away　to　me　without　getting　himself　in　the　limelight
or　spilling　any　beans。　　And　I　didn't　ask　him　if　he'd　been　punching
the　needle　again　overtime；　either。　　It　fitted　like　a　glove　with　what
happened　at　old　Luertz's　last　night。　　You　don't　know　about　that。
Pinkie　and　this　double…crossing　snitch　went　there　…　and　only　found
a　note　from　the　White　Moll。　　He'd　tipped　her　off　before；　of　course；
and　the　note　made　a　nice　little　play　so's　he'd　be　safe　himself　with
us。　　Well；　that's　about　all。　　We　had　to　get　him　…　where　we　wanted
him　…　and　we　got　him。　　We　waited　until　he　showed　up　again　as　the
Pug；　and　then　we　put　over　a　frame…up　deal　on　him　that　got　him　to　go
over　to　that　old　iron　plant　in　Harlem；　you　know；　behind　Jake　Malley's
saloon；　where　we　had　it　fixed　to　hand　Cloran　his　last　night　…　and　the
Pug's　there　now。　　He's　nicely　gagged；　and　tied；　and　quite　safe。　　The
plant's　been　shut　down　for　the　last　two　months；　and　there's　only　the
watchman　there；　and　he's　'squared。'　　We　gave　the　Pug　two　hours　of
solitary　confinement　to　think　it　over　and　come　across。　　We　just　asked
him　for　the　White　Moll's　address；　so's　we　could　get　her　and　the
sparklers　she　swiped　at　Old　Luertz's　place　last　night。〃

Still　Rhoda　Gray　did　not　speak　for　a　moment。　　She　seemed　to　be　held
in　thrall　by　both　terror　and　a　sickening　dismay。　　It　did　not　seem
real；　her　surroundings　here；　this　man；　and　the　voice　that　was
gloatingly　pronouncing　the　death　sentence　upon　the　man　who　had
come　unbidden　into　her　life；　and　into　her　heart；　the　man　she　loved。
Yes；　she　understood！　　Danglar's　words　had　been　plain　enough。　　The
Adventurer　had　been　trapped　…　not　through　Danglar's　cunning；　or
lack　of　cunning　on　the　Adventurer's　own　part；　but　through　force　of
circumstances　that　had　caused　him　to　fling　all　thought　of
self…consideration　to　the　winds　in　an　effort　to　save　another's　life。
Her　hands；　hidden　in　the　folds　of　her　skirt；　clenched　until　they
hurt。　　And　it　was　another　self；　it　seemed；　subconsciously　enacting
the　role　of　Gypsy　Nan；　alias　Danglar's　wife；　who　spoke　at　last。

〃You　are　a　fool！　　You　are　all　fools！〃　she　cried　tempestuously。
〃What　do　you　expect　to　gain　by　that？　　Do　you　imagine　you　can　make
the　Pug　come　across　with　any　information　by　a　threat　to　kill　him
if　he　doesn't？　　You　tried　that　once。　　You　had　him　cold；　or　at　least
you　thought　you　had；　and　so　did　he；　that　night　in　old　Nicky　Viner's
room；　and　he　laughed　at　you　even　when　he　expected　you　to　fire　the
next　second。　　He's　not　likely　to　have　changed　any　since　then；　is　he？〃

〃No；〃　said　Danglar；　with　a　vicious　chuckle；　〃and　that's　why　I'm　not
trying　the　same　game　twice。　　That's　why　we've　got　him　over　in　the
old　iron　plant　now。〃

There　was　something　she　did　not　like　in　Danglar's　voice；　something
of　ominous　assurance；　something　that　startled　her。

〃What　do　you　mean？〃　she　demanded　sharply。

〃It's　a　lonely　place；〃　said　Danglar　complacently。　　〃There's　no　one
around　but　the　watchman；　and　he's　an　old　friend　of　Shluker's；　and
it's　so　roomy　over　there　that　no　one　could　expect　him　to　be
everywhere　at　once。　　See？　　That　let's　him　out。　　He's　been　well
greased；　and　he　won't　know　anything。　　Don't　you　worry；　old　girl！
That's　what　I　came　here　for　…　to　tell　you　that　everything　is　all
right；　after　all。　　The　Pug　will　talk。　　Maybe　he　wouldn't　if　he　just
had　his　choice　between　that　and　the　quick；　painless　end　that　a
bullet　would　bring；　but　there　are　some　things　that　a　man　can't
stand。　　Get　me？　　We'll　try　a　few　of　those　on　the　Pug；　and；　believe
me；　before　we're　through；　there　won't　be　any　secrets　wrapped　up　in
his　bosom。〃

Rhoda　Gray　stood　motionless。　　Thank　God　it　had　grown　dark　…　dark
enough　to　hide　the　whiteness　that　she　knew　had　crept　over　her　face；
and　the　horror　that　had　crept　into　her　eyes。　　〃You　mean〃　…　her　voice
was　very　low　…　〃you　mean　you're　going　to　torture　him　into　talking？〃

〃Sure！〃　said　Danglar。　　〃What　do　you　think！〃

〃And　after　that？〃

〃We　bump　him　off；　of　course；〃　said　Danglar　callously。　　〃He　knows
all　about　us；　don't　he？　　And　I　guess　we'll　square　up　on　what's
coming　to　him！　　He's　put　the　crimp　into　us　for　the　last　time！〃
Danglar's　voice　pitched　suddenly　hoarse　in　fury。　　〃That's　a　hell
of　a　question　to　ask！　　What　do　you　think　we'd　do　with　a　yellow
cur　that's　double…crossed　us　like　that？〃

Plead　for　the　Adventurer's　life？　　It　was　useless；　it　was　worse　than
useless　…　it　would　only　arouse　suspicion　toward　herself。　　From　the
standpoint　of　any　one　of　the　gang；　the　Adventurer's　life　was　forfeit。
Her　mind　was　swift；　cruelly　swift；　in　its　workings　now。　　There　came
the　prompting　to　disclose　her　own　identity　to　tell　Danglar　that　he
need　not　go　to　the　Adventurer　to　discover　the　whereabouts　of　the
White　Moll；　that　she　was　here　now　before　him；　there　came　the
prompting　to　offer　herself　in　lieu　of　the　man　she　loved。　　But　that；
too；　was　useless；　and　worse　than　useless；　they　would　still　do　away
with　the　Adventurer　because　he　had　been　the　Pug；　and　the　only　chance
he　now　had；　as　represented　by　whatever　she　might　be　able　to　do；
would　be　gone；　since　she　would　but　have　delivered　herself　into
their　hands。

She　drew　back　suddenly。　　Danglar　had　stepped　toward　her。　　She　was
unable　to　avoid　him；　and　his　arm　encircled　her　waist。　　She　shivered
as　the　pressure　of　his　arm　tightened。

〃It's　all　right；　old　girl！〃　he　said　exuberantly。　　〃You've　been
through　hell；　you　have；　but　it's　all　right　at　last。　　You　leave　it
to　me！　　Your　husband's　got　a　kiss　to　make　up　for　every　drop　of　that
grease　you've　had　to　put　on　the　prettiest　face　in　New　York。〃

It　seemed　as　though　she　must　scream　out。　　It　was　hideous。　　She　could
not　force　herself　to　endure　it　another　instant　even　for　safety's　safe。
She　pushed　him　away。　　It　was　unbearable　…　at　any　risk；　cost　what　it
might。　　Mind；　soul　and　body　recoiled　from　the　embrace。

〃Leave　me　alone！〃　she　panted。　　〃You've　been　drinking。　　Leave　me　alone！〃

He　drew　back；　and　laughed。

〃Not　very　much；〃　he　said。　　〃The　celebration　hasn't　started　yet；　and
you'll　be　in　on　that。　　I　guess　your　nerves　have　been　getting　shaky
lately；　haven't　they？　　Well；　you　can　figure　on　the　swellest
rest…cure　you　ever　heard　of；　Bertha。　　Take　it　from　me！　　We're　going
down　to　keep　the　Pug　company　presently。　　You　blow　around　to　Matty's
about　midnight　and　get　the　election　returns。　　We'll　finish　the　job
after　that　by　getting　Cloran　out　of　the　road　some　way　before　morning；
and　that　will　let　you　out　for　keeps　…　there　won't　be　any　one　left　to
recognize　the　woman　who　was　with　Deemer　the　night　he　shuffled　out。〃
He　backed　to　the　doorway。　　〃Get　me？　　Come　over　to　Matty's　and　see　the
rajah's　sparklers　about　midnight。　　We'll　have　'em　then　…　and　the
she…fiend；　too。　　So　long；　Bertha！〃

She　scarcely　heard　him；　she　answered　mechanically。

〃Good…night；〃　she　said。


XIX。　　DREAD　UPON　THE　WATERS

For　a　moment　after　Danglar　had　gone；　Rhoda　Gray　stood　motionless；
and　then；　the　necessity　for　instant　action　upon　her；　she　moved
quickly　toward　the　doorway　herself。　　There　was　only　one　thing　she
could　do；　just　one；　but　she　must　be　sure　first　t