The White Moll

It was like some shadowy pantomime: The dark mouth of an alleyway thrown into murky relief by the rays of a distant street lamp...the swift, forward leap of a skulking figure......

Rhoda Gray's face had gone a little white. There was no doubt about the woman's serious condition, and yet--and yet--She stood there hesitant. There must be some other way! It w...

Her hands clenched at her sides. She would not allow herself to dwell upon that phase of it! She was going to Skarbolov's, and that was all there was to it. The only thing she r...

Twenty-Four hours had passed. Twenty four hours! Was it no more than that since--Rhoda Gray, in the guise of Gypsy Nan, as she sat on the edge of the disreputable, poverty-stric...

“Oh, I know! I know, Bertha!” he burst out heavily. “I'm talking through my hat. You've got the roughest job of any of us, old girl. Don't mind what I'm saying. Something's badl...

She crept forward now, hugging the rear wall, reached a door-the one, obviously, through which Danglar had disappeared, and which she had heard as it was closed--tried the door,...

And now suddenly her heartbeat began to quicken again until its thumping became tumultuous. She was ready now. She looked around her, using the flashlight, and her eyes rested a...

Rhoda Gray watched him silently. She did not care to explain that she had not replaced the lamp for the very simple reason that it gave far too much light here in the garret to...

She mounted the stairs, and paused on the landing to look around her again. Here, too, the hallway was lighted by but a single lamp; and here, too, an air of desertion was in ev...

“You can make up your mind for yourself when I'm through--whether it's necessary or not!” retorted Danglar viciously. “I've got a little proposition to put up to you, and maybe...

There was no other way--unless she were willing to admit defeat, to give up everything, her own good name, her father's name, to run from it all and live henceforth in hiding in...

Her mind was working swiftly. The night, after all, perhaps, was not to be so much of a failure! To get into intimate touch with all the members of the clique was equally one of...

It was only a few feet. She found herself crouched before the door--but she did not knock upon it. Instead, her blood seemed suddenly to run cold in her veins, and she beckoned...

But a few moments later she stole back, and stood for an instant once more by the shuttered window in the alleyway. And suddenly her eyes grew dim. She saw an old man, white and...

“I'll tell her, Pierre,” grinned the deformed one. “It'll keep you two from spitting at one another; and neither of you have got all night to stick around here.” He swung his wi...

It was warm and close here. The clothing hanging from the pegs and nails enveloped her, and, with the cretonne hanging itself, shut out the air, what little of it there was, tha...

They passed through Brooklyn; and then, reaching the outskirts, Rhoda Gray, with headlights streaming into the black, with an open Long Island road before her, flung her throttl...

Rhoda Gray squinted at him through Gypsy Nan's spectacles. She knew an hysterical impulse to laugh outright in the sure consciousness of supremacy over him now. The man had been...

She quickened her steps almost to a run. There should be no difficulty in finding the iron plant now. “Behind Jake Malley's saloon,” Danglar had said. She turned down the cross...

It was almost the end now. To-night, she would keep the appointment Danglar had given her--and keep it ahead of time. It was almost the end. Her lips set tightly. The Adventurer...

A sudden terror and fear seized her. The Adventurer was not fit, after what he had been through to-night to cope with Danglar. He had been limping badly even a few minutes ago....