ones where the cars went in and out； opened it； closed it behind
her； and locked it。
For a moment； her eyes unaccustomed to the darkness； she could see
nothing； and then a car； taking the form of a grotesque； looming
shadow； showed in front of her。 She moved toward it； felt her way
into the tonneau； lifted up the back seat； and； groping around；
found a flashlight。 She meant to hurry now。 She did not mean to
let that nervous dread； that fear； that was quickening her pulse
now； have time to get the better of her。 She located the door that
led to the house； and in another moment； the short passage behind
her； she was in the kitchen； the flashlight winking cautiously
around her。 She paused to listen here。 There was not a sound。
She went on again … through a swinging pantry door with extreme
care； and into a small hall。 〃On the right；〃 the Sparrow had said。
Yes； here it was； a door that opened on the rear of the library；
evidently。 She listened again。 There was no sound … save the
silence； that seemed to grow loud now； and palpitate； and make great
noises。 And now； in spite of herself； her breath was coming in
quick； hard little catches； and the flashlight's ray； that she sent
around her； wavered and was not steady。 She bit her lips； as she
switched off the light。 Why should she be afraid of this； when in
another five minutes she meant to invite attention！
She pushed the door in front of her open； found it hung with a heavy
portiere inside； brushed the portiere aside； stepped through into
the room； stood still and motionless to listen once more； and then
the flashlight circled inquisitively about her。
It was the library。 Her eyes widened a little。 At her left； over
against the wall； the mangled door of a safe stood wide open； and
the floor for a radius of yards around was littered with papers and
documents。 The flashlight's ray lifted； and she followed it with
her eyes as it made the circuit of the walls。 Opposite the safe；
and quite near the doorway in which she stood； was a window recess；
portiered； diagonally across from her was another door that led；
presumably； into the main hall of the house； the walls were
tapestried； and hung here and there with clusters of ancient
trophies； great metal shields； and swords； and curious arms； that
gave a sort of barbaric splendor to the luxurious furnishings of
the apartment。
She worked quickly now。 In a moment she was at the window portieres；
and； drawing these aside； she quietly raised the window； and looked
out。 The window was on the side of the house away from the cross
street； and she nodded her head reassuringly to herself as she noted
that it gave on a narrow strip of grass； it could not be called lawn；
that separated the Hayden…Bond mansion from the house next door； that
the window was little more than shoulder…high from the ground； and
that the Avenue was within easy and inviting reach along that little
strip of grass between the two houses。
She left the window open； and retraced her steps across the room；
going now to the littered mass of papers on the floor near the safe。
She began to search carefully amongst them。 She smiled a little
curiously as she came across the plush…lined jeweler's case that
had contained the necklace； and which had evidently been
contemptuously discarded by the Cricket and his confederates； but
it took her longer to find the paper for which she was searching。
And then she came upon it … a grease…smeared advertisement for some
automobile appliances； a well…defined greasy finger…print at one
edge … and thrust the paper into her pocket。
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 appraisingly on one
of the great clusters of shields and arms that hung low down on the
wall between the window and the door by which she had entered。 Yes；
that would do。 Her lips tightened。 It would have been so easy if
there had not been that cash to account for！ She could replace
the necklace； but she could not replace the cash … and one； as far
as the Sparrow was concerned； was as bad as the other。 But there
was a way； and it was simple enough。 She whispered to herself that
it was not； after all； very dangerous； that the cards were all in
her own hands。 She had only to pull down those shields with a
clatter to the floor； which would arouse some one of the household；
and as that some one reached the library door and opened it； she
would be disappearing through the window； and the necklace； as
though it had slipped from her pocket or grasp in her wild effort
to escape； would be lying behind her on the floor。 They would see
that it was not the Sparrow； and there would be no question as to
where the money was gone； since the money had not been dropped。
There was the interval； of course； that must elapse between the
accident that knocked the shields from the wall and the time it
would take any of the inmates to reach the library； an interval
in which a thief might reasonably be expected to have had time
enough to get away without being seen； but the possibility that
she had not fully accomplished her ends when the accident occurred；
and that she had stayed to make frantic and desperate efforts to
do so right up to the last moment； would account for that。
She moved now to an electric…light switch； and turned on the light。
They must be able to see beyond any question of doubt that the
person escaping through the window was not the Sparrow。 What was
she afraid of now； just at the last！ There was an actual physical
discomfort in the furious thumping of that cowardly little heart of
hers。 It was the only way。 And it was worth it。 And it was not
so very dangerous。 People； aroused out of bed； could not follow
her in their night clothes； and in a matter of but a few minutes；
before the police notified by telephone could become a factor in
the affair； she would have run the block down the Avenue； and then
the other block down the cross street； then back to the taxi； and
be whirling safely downtown。
Yes； she was ready！ She nodded her head sharply； as though in
imperative self…command； and running back； her footfalls soundless
on the rich； heavy rug； she picked up the plush…lined necklace case。
She dropped this again； open； on the floor； halfway between the
safe and the window。 With the case apparently burst open as it
fell； and the necklace also on the floor； the stage would be set！
She felt inside her bodice； drew out the necklace … and as she stood
there holding it； and as it caught the light and flashed back its
fire and life from a thousand facets； a numbness seemed to come
stealing over her； and a horror； and a great fear； and a dismay
that robbed her of power of movement until it seemed that she was
rooted to the spot； and a low； gasping cry came from her lips。 Her
eyes； wide with their alarm； were fixed on the window。 There was
a man's face there； just above the sill … and now a man's form
swung through the window； and dropped lightly to the floor inside
the room。 And she stared in horrified fascination； and could not
move。 It was the Adventurer。
〃It's Miss Gray； isn't it？ The White Moll？〃 he murmured amiably。
〃I've been trying to find you all night。 What corking luck！ You
remember me； don't you？ Last night； you know。〃
She did not answer。 His eyes had shifted from her face to the
glittering river of gems in her hand。
〃I see；〃 he smiled； 〃that you are ahead of me again。 Well； it is
the fortune of war； Miss Gray。 I do not complain。〃
She found her voice at last； and； quick as a flash； as he advanced
a step； she dropped the necklace into her pocket； and her revolver
was in her hand。
〃W … what are you doing here？〃 she whispered。
He shrugged his shoulders expressively。
〃I take it that we are both in the same boat；〃 he said pleasantly。
〃In the same boat？〃 she echoed dully。 She remembered his
conversation with her a few hours ago； when he had believed he was
talking to Gypsy Nan。 And now he stood before her for the second
time a self…confessed thief。 In the same boat…fellow…thieves！
A certain cold composure came to her。 〃You mean you came to steal
this necklace？ Well； you shall not have it！ And； furthermore； you
have no right to class me with yourself as a thief。〃
He had a whimsical and very engaging smile。 His eyebrows lifted。
〃Miss Gray perhaps forgets last night；〃 he suggested。
〃No； I do not forget last night；〃 she said slowly； 〃And I do not
forget that I owe you very much for what you did。 And that is
one reason why I warn you at once that； as far as the necklace is
concerned； it will do you no good to build any hopes on the
supposition that we are fellow…thieves； and that I am likely either
to part with it； or； through gratitude； share it。 In spite of
appearances last night； I was not a thief。〃
〃And to…night； Miss Gray … in spite of appearances？〃 he challenged。
He was regarding her with eyes that； while they appraised shrewdly；
held a lurking hint of irony in their depths。 And somehow； suddenly；
self…proclaimed crook though she held him to be； she found herself
seized with an absurd； unreasonable； but nevertheless passionate；
desire to make good her words。
〃Yes； and to…night； too！〃 she asserted。 〃I did not steal this
necklace。 I … never mind how … I … I got it。 It was planned to
put the theft on an innocent man's shoulders。 I was trying to
thwart that plan。 Whether you believe me or not； I did not come
here to steal the necklace； I came here to return it。〃
〃Quite so！ Of course！〃 acknowledged the Adventurer softly。 〃I
am afraid I interrupted you； then； in the act of returning it。
Might I suggest； therefore； Miss Gray； that as it's a bit dangerous
to linger around here unnecessarily； you carry out your intentions
with all possible haste； and get away。〃
〃And you？〃 she queried evenly。
〃Myself； of course； as well。〃 He shrugged his shoulders
philosophically。 〃Under the circumstances； as a gentleman … will
you let me say I prefer that word to the one I know you are
substituting for it … what else can I do？〃