h letter of the
alphabet, S.
Rhoda Gray copied the first line of the message on the piece of wrapping
paper:
321010333203202306663103330111102210444202101112052110761
Adding the numerals between the zeros, and giving to each its
corresponding letter, she set down the result:
6010110505022090405014030509014
f a k e e v i d e n c e i n
It was then but a matter of grouping the letters into words; and,
decoded, the first line read:
Fake evidence in......
She worked steadily on. It was a lengthy message, and it took her a long
time. It was an hour, perhaps more, after Danglar had gone, before she
had completed her task; and then, after that, she sat for still a long
time staring, not at the paper on the chair before her, but at the
flickering shadows thrown by the candle on the opposite wall.
Queer and strange were the undercurrents and the cross-sections of
life that were to be found, amazingly contradictory, amazingly
incomprehensible, once one scratched beneath the surface of the poverty
and the squalor, and, yes, the crime, amongst the hiving thousands of
New York's East Side! In the days--not so very long ago--when, as
the White Moll, she had worked amongst these classes, she had on one
occasion, when he was sick, even kept old Viner in food. She had not, at
the time, failed to realize that the man was grasping, rapacious, even
unthankful, but she had little dreamed that he was a miser worth fifty
thousand dollars!
Her mind swerved off suddenly at a tangent. The tentacles of this crime
octopus, of which Danglar seemed to be the head, reached far and into
most curious places to fasten and hold and feed on the progeny of human
foibles! She could not help wondering where the lair was from which
emanated the efficiency and system that, as witness this code message
to-night, kept its members, perhaps widely scattered, fully informed of
its every movement.
She shook her head. That was something she had not yet learned; but it
was something she must learn if ever she hoped to obtain the evidence
that would clear her of the crime that circumstances had fastened upon
her. And yet she had made no move in that direction, because--well,
because, so far, it had seemed all she could do to protect and safeguard
herself in her present miserable existence and surroundings, which,
abhorrent as they were, alone stood between her and a prison cell.
Her forehead gathe
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