uld testify as
the sole means left to them of wreaking their vengeance upon one who had
tricked and outwitted them again and again for his own ends, would stand
his trial with the others, and with the others go behind prison bars for
a long term of years.

She hurried now, completing the last touches that transformed her from
Gypsy Nan into the veiled figure of the White Moll, stepped out into
the lane, and walking rapidly, reached the street and headed, not in the
direction of Harlem, but deeper over into the East Side. Even as Danglar
had been speaking she had realized that, for the Adventurer's own sake,
and irrespective of what any premature disclosure of her own identity
to the authorities might mean to her, she could not call upon the police
for aid. There was only one way, just one--to go herself, to reach the
Adventurer herself before Danglar returned there and had an opportunity
of putting his worse than murderous intentions into effect.

Well, she was going there, wasn't she? And if she lost no time she
should be there easily ahead of them, and her chances would be excellent
of releasing the Adventurer with very little risk. From what Danglar
had said, the Adventurer was there alone. Once tied and gagged there had
been no need to leave anybody to guard him, save that the watchman would
ordinarily serve to keep any one off the premises, which was all that
was necessary. But that he had been left at all worried her greatly. He
had, of course, already refused to talk. What they had done to him she
did not know, but the 'solitary confinement' Danglar had referred to
was undoubtedly the first step in their efforts to break his spirit. Her
lips tightened as she went along. Surely she could accomplish it! She
had but to evade the watchman--only, first, the lost revolver, the one
safeguard against an adverse turn of fortune, must be replaced, and that
was where she was going now. She knew, from her associations with the
underworld as the White Moll in the old days, where such things could be
purchased and no questions asked, if one were known. And she was known
in the establishment to which she was going, for evil days had once
fallen upon its proprietor, one "Daddy" Jacques, in that he had incurred
the enmity of certain of his own ilk in the underworld, and on a certain
night, which he would not be likely to forget, she had stood between him
and a manhandling that would probably have cost him his life, and--Yes,
thi