her anxiously。 〃Bring me a package of that money after you've put
those things away … yes； and you'll find a flashlight there。 We'll
need it going down the stairs。〃
Rhoda Gray made no answer。 There was no hesitation now in her
actions； as； to the pile of clothing in her arms； she added the
revolver that lay on the blanket； and； returning to the little
trap…door in the ceiling； hid them away； but her brain was whirling
again in a turmoil of doubt。 This was madness； utter； stark； blind
madness； this thing that she was doing！ It was suicide； literally
that； nothing less than suicide for one in Gypsy Nan's condition to
attempt this thing。 But the woman would certainly die here； too；
with out medical assistance … only there was the police！ Rhoda
Gray's face； as she stood upright in the little aperture again；
throwing the wavering candle…rays around her； seemed suddenly to
have grown pinched and wan。 The police！ The police！ It was her
conscience； then； that was gnawing at her … because of the police！
Was that it？ Well； there was also； then； another side。 Could she
turn informer； traitor； become a female Judas to a dying woman； who
had sobbed and thanked her Maker because she had found some one whom
she believed she could trust？ That was a hideous and an abominable
thing to do！ 〃You swore it！ You swore you'd see me through！〃 … the
words came and rang insistently in her ears。 The sweet； piquant
little face set in hard； determined lines。 Mechanically she picked
up the flashlight and a package of the banknotes； lowered the board
in the ceiling into place； and returned to Gypsy Nan。
〃I'm ready； if there is no other way；〃 she said soberly； as she
watched the other tuck the money away inside her waist。 〃I said I
would see you through； and I will。 But I doubt if you are strong
enough； even with what help I can give you； to get down the stairs；
and even if you can； I am afraid with all my soul of the consequences
to you； and …〃
Gypsy Nan blew out the candle； and staggered to her feet。
〃There isn't any other way。〃 She leaned heavily on Rhoda Gray's
arm。 〃Can't you see that？ Don't you think I know？ Haven't you
seen enough here to convince you of that？ I … I'm just spilling
the dice for … for perhaps the last time … but it's the only chance
… the only chance。 Go on！〃 she urged tremulously。 〃Shoot the glim；
and get me to the door。 And … and for the love of God； don't make
a sound！ It's all up if we're seen going out！〃
The flashlight's ray danced in crazy gyrations as the two figures
swayed and crept across the garret。 Rhoda Gray unlocked the door；
and； as they passed out； locked it again on the outside。
〃Hide the key！〃 whispered Gypsy Nan。 〃See … that crack in the floor
under the partition！ Slip it in there！〃
The flashlight guiding her； Rhoda Gray stooped down to where；
between the rough attic flooring and the equally rough boarding of
the garret partition； there was a narrow space。 She pushed the key
in out of sight； and then； with her arm around Gypsy Nan's waist；
and with the flashlight at cautious intervals winking ahead of her
through the darkness； she began to descend the stairs。
It was slow work； desperately slow； both because they dared not
make the slightest noise； and because； too； as far as strength was
concerned； Gypsy Nan was close to the end of her endurance。 Down
one flight； and then the other； they went； resting at every few
steps； leaning back against the wall； black shadows that merged
with the blackness around them； the flashlight used only when
necessity compelled it； lest its gleam might attract the attention
of some other occupant of the house。 And at times Gypsy Nan's head
lay cheek to Rhoda Gray's； and the other's body grew limp and
became a great weight； so heavy that it seemed she could no longer
support it。
They gained the street door； hung there tensely for a moment to
make sure they were not observed by any chance passer…by； then
stepped out on the sidewalk。 Gypsy Nan spoke then：
〃I … I can't go much farther；〃 she faltered。 〃But … but it doesn't
matter now we're out of the house … it doesn't matter where you
find me … only let's try a few steps more。〃
Rhoda Gray had slipped the flashlight inside her blouse。
〃Yes；〃 she said。 Her breath was coming heavily。 〃It's all right；
Nan。 I understand。〃
They walked on a little way up the block； and then Gypsy Nan's grasp
suddenly tightened on Rhoda Gray's arm。
〃Play the game！〃 Gypsy Nan's voice was scarcely audible。 〃You'll
play the game； won't you？ You'll … you'll see me through。 That's
a good name … as good as any … Charlotte Green … that's all you know
… but … but don't leave me alone with them … you … you'll come to
the hospital with me； won't you … I …〃
Gypsy Nan had collapsed in a heap on the sidewalk。
Rhoda Gray glanced swiftly around her。 In the squalid tenement
before which she stood there would be no help of the kind that was
needed。 There would be no telephone in there by means of which she
could summon an ambulance。 And then her glance rested on a figure
far up the block under a street lamp … a policeman。 She bent
hurriedly over the prostrate woman； whispered a word of
encouragement； and ran in the officer's direction。
As she drew closer to the policeman； she called out to him。 He
turned and came running toward； and； as he reached her； after a
sharp glance into her face； touched his helmet respectfully。
〃What's wrong with the White Moll to…night？〃 he asked pleasantly。
〃There's … there's a woman down there〃 … Rhoda Gray was breathless
from her run … 〃on the sidewalk。 She needs help at once。〃
〃Drunk？〃 inquired the officer laconically。
〃No； I'm sure it's anything but that；〃 Rhoda Gray answered quickly。
〃She appears to be very sick。 I think you had better summon an
ambulance without delay。〃
〃All right！〃 agreed the officer。 〃There's a patrol box down there
in the direction you came from。 We'll have a look at her on the
way。〃 He started briskly forward with Rhoda Gray beside him。 〃Who
is she d'ye know？〃 he asked。
〃She said her name was Charlotte Green；〃 Rhoda Gray replied。
〃That's all she could； or would； say about herself。〃
〃Then she ain't a regular around here； or I guess you'd know her！〃
grunted the policeman。
Rhoda Gray made no answer。
They reached Gypsy Nan。 The officer bent over her； then picked her
up and carried her to the tenement doorway。
〃I guess you're right； all right！ She's bad！ I'll send in a call；〃
he said； and started on the run down the street。
Gypsy Nan had lost consciousness。 Rhoda Gray settled herself on
the doorstep； supporting the woman's head in her lap。 Her face had
set again in grim； hard； perplexed lines。 There seemed something
unnatural； something menacingly weird； something even uncanny about
it all。 Perhaps it was because it seemed as though she could so
surely foresee the end。 Gypsy Nan would not live through the night。
Something told her that。 The woman's masquerade； for whatever
purpose it had been assumed； was over。 〃You'll play the game；
won't you？ You'll see me through？〃 There seemed something
pitifully futile in those words now！
The officer returned。
〃It's all right；〃 he said。 〃How's she seem？〃
Rhoda Gray shook her head。
A passer…by stopped； asked what was the matter … and lingered
curiously。 Another； and another； did the same。 A little crowd
collected。 The officer kept them back。 Came then the strident
clang of a gong and the rapid beat of horses' hoofs。 A
white…coated figure jumped from the ambulance； pushed his way
forward； and bent over the form in Rhoda Gray's lap。 A moment more；
and they were carrying Gypsy Nan to the ambulance。
Rhoda Gray spoke to the officer：
〃I think perhaps I had better go with her。〃
〃Sure！〃 said the officer。
She caught snatches of the officer's words； as he made a report to
the doctor：
Found her here in the street。。。Charlotte Green。。。nothing else。。。the
White Moll； straight as God makes 'em。。。she'll see the woman through。〃
He turned to Rhoda Gray。 〃You can get in there with them； miss。〃
It took possibly ten minutes to reach the hospital； but； before that
time； Gypsy Nan； responding in a measure to stimulants； had regained
consciousness。 She insisted on clinging to Rhoda Gray's hand as they
carried in the stretcher。
〃Don't leave me！〃 she pleaded。 And then； for the first time； Gypsy
Nan's nerve seemed to fail her。 〃I … oh； my God … I … I don't want
to die！〃 she cried out。
But a moment later； inside the hospital； as the admitting officer
began to ask questions of Rhoda Gray； Gypsy Nan had apparently
recovered her grip upon herself。
〃Ah； let her alone！〃 she broke in。 〃She doesn't know me any more
than you do。 She found me on the street。 But she was good to me；
God bless her！〃
〃Your name's Charlotte Green？ Yes？〃 The man nodded。 〃Where do
you live？〃
〃Wherever I like！〃 Gypsy Nan was snarling truculently now。 〃What's
it matter where I live？ Don't you ever have any one come here
without a letter from the pastor of her church！〃 She pulled out the
package of banknotes。 〃You aren't going to get stuck。 This'll see
you through whatever happens。 Give me a … a private room； and〃 … her
voice was weakening rapidly … 〃and〃 … there came a bitter； facetious
laugh …〃 the best you've got。〃 Her voice was weakening rapidly。
They carried her upstairs。 She still insisted on clinging to Rhoda
Gray's hand。
〃Don't leave me！〃 she pleaded again； as they reached the door of a
private room； and Rhoda Gray disengaged her hand gently。
〃I'll stay outside here；〃 Rhoda Gray promised。 〃I won't go away
without seeing you again。
Rhoda Gray sat down on a settee in the hall。 She glanced at her
wrist watch。 It was five minutes of eleven。 Doctors and nurses
came and went from the room。 Then a great quiet seemed to settle
down around her。 A half hour passed。 A doctor went into the room；
and presently came out again。 She intercepted him as he came along
the corridor。
He shook his head。
She did not understand his technical explanation。 There was
something about a clot and blood stoppage。 But as she resumed her