ypsy
Nan's place the last in all New York to which you should go."

Rhoda Gray stared through the semi-darkness, suddenly startled,
searching the Adventurer's face.

"What do you mean?" she demanded quickly.

"Just this," he answered. "That where before I hoped you would go there,
I have spent nearly all the time since then in haunting the vicinity of
Gypsy Nan's house to warn you away in case you should try to reach her."

"I--I don't understand," she said a little uncertainly.

"It is simple enough," he said. "Gypsy Nan is now one of those you have
most to fear. Gypsy Nan is merely a disguise. She is no more Gypsy Nan
than you are."

Rhoda Gray caught her breath.

"Not Gypsy Nan!" she repeated--and fought to keep her voice in control.
"Who is she, then?"

The Adventurer laughed shortly.

"She is quite closely connected with that gentleman we left airing
himself on the fire escape," he said grimly. "Gypsy Nan is Danglar's
wife."

It was very strange, very curious--the alleyway seemed suddenly to be
revolving around and around, and it seemed to bring her a giddiness and
a faintness. The Adventurer was standing there before her, but she did
not see him any more; she could only see, as from a brink upon which she
tottered, a gulf, abysmal in its horror, that yawned before her.

"Thank you--thank you for the warning." Was that her voice speaking
so calmly and dispassionately? "I will remember it. But I must go now.
Good-night again!"

He said something. She did not know what. She only knew that she was
hurrying along the alleyway now, and that he had made no effort to stop
her, and that she was grateful to him for that, and that her composure,
strained to the breaking point, would have given away if she had
remained with him another instant. Danglar's wife! It was dark here in
the alley-way, and she did not know where it led to. But did it
matter? And she stumbled as she went along. But it was not the physical
inability to see that made her stumble--it was a brain-blindness that
fogged her soul itself. His wife! Gypsy Nan was Danglar's wife.

XI. SOME OF THE LESSER BREED

Danglar's wife! It had been a night of horror; a night without sleep;
a night, after the guttering candle had gone out, when the blackness of
the garret possessed added terrors created by an imagination which ran
riot, and which she could not control. She could have fled from it,
screaming in panic-stricken hysteria--but there had