he dark concerning each other's movements as Danglar himself
was. Therefore Danglar, and logically enough from his viewpoint, had
jumped to the conclusion that, since they had not come together,
only one of them, the Adventurer, was acting in the affair to-night,
and--Danglar's voice was rasping in her ears.

"I'm not going to stay here all night!" he snarled. "You've got one
chance. I've told you what it is. You're lucky to have it. We'd sooner
have you out of the way for keeps. I'd rather drop you in your tracks
than let you live. Where is the White Moll?"

The Adventurer was side face to the doorway again, and Rhoda Gray saw
him smile contemptuously at Danglar now.

"Really," he said blandly, "I haven't the slightest idea in the world."

Danglar laughed ironically.

"You lie!" he flung out hoarsely. "Do you think you can get away with
that? Well, think again! Sooner or later, it will be all the same
whether you talk or not. We caught you to-night in a trap; we'll catch
her in another. Our hand doesn't show here. She'll think that Nicky
Viner was a little too much for you, that's all. Come on, now--quick!
Are you fool enough to misunderstand? The 'don't know' stuff won't get
you by!"

"The misunderstanding seems to be on your side." There was a cold,
irritating deliberation in the Adventurer's voice. "I repeat that I do
not know where the young lady you refer to could be found; but I did not
make that statement with any idea that you would believe it. To a cur,
I suppose it is necessary to add that, even if I did know, I should take
pleasure in seeing you damned before I told you."

Danglar's face was like a devil's. His revolver held a steady bead on
the Adventurer's head.

"I'll give you a last chance." He spoke through closed teeth. "I'll fire
when I count three. One!"

A horrible fascination held Rhoda Gray. If she cried out, it was more
likely than not to cause Danglar to fire on the instant. It would not
save the Adventurer in any case. It would be but the signal, too, for
those two men in the next room to rush in here.

"Two!"

It seemed as though, not in the hope that it would do any good, but
because she was going mad with horror, that she would scream out until
the place rang and rang again with her outcries. Even her soul was in
frantic panic. Quick! Quick! She must act! She must! But how? Was there
only one way? She was conscious that she had drawn her revolver as
though by instinct. Danglar'