第31章

类别:其他 作者:Frank L。 Packard字数:4437更新时间:18/12/27 08:17:11
Andsoitseemedthatshehadtherighttohope,eventhoughtherewerestillsomanythingsshedidnotknow,thatifsheallowedhermindtodwelluponthatphaseofit,itstaggeredher-wherethosecodemessagescamefrom,andhow;whyRoughRorkeofheadquartershadnevermadeasignsincethatfirstnight;whytheoriginalGypsyNan,whowasdeadnow,hadbeenforcedintohidingwiththedeathpenaltyofthelawhangingoverher;whyDanglar,thoughGypsyNan’shusband,wascomparativelyfree。These,andamyriadotherthings!ButshecountednowuponherknowledgeoftheAdventurer’ssecrettoforcefromhimeverythingheknew;and,withthattoworkon,aconfessionfromsomeofthegangincorroborationthatwouldprovetheauthorshipofthecrimeofwhichshehadseeminglybeencaughtintheactofcommitting。 Yes,shewasbeginningtoseethewayatlast-throughtheAdventurer。Itseemedasureandcertainway。IfshepresentedherselfbeforehimasGypsyNan,whomhebelievedtobenotonlyoneofthegang,butactuallyDanglar’swife,andlethimknowthatshewasawareofthedualrolehewasplaying,andthattheinformationhethusacquiredasthePugheturnedtohisownaccountandtotheundoingofthegang,hemustofnecessitybeathermercy。Hermercy!Whatexquisiteirony!Hermercy!Themanherheartloved;thethiefhercommonsenseabhorred!Whatirony! Whenshe,too,playedadoublerole;whenintheirothercharacters,thatoftheAdventurerandtheWhiteMoll,heandshewerelinkedtogetherbythegangasconfederates,whereas,intruth,theywerewiderapartthanthepolesoftheearth! Hermercy!Howmercifulwouldshebe-tothethiefsheloved?Heknew,hemustknow,alltheinnersecretsofthegang。Shesmiledwanlynowasshereachedthelanding。Wouldheknowthatinthelastanalysisherthreatwouldbeonlyanidleone;that,thoughherfuture,hersafety,herlifedependedonobtainingtheevidenceshefelthecouldsupply,herthreatwouldbeempty,andthatshewaspowerless-becauseshelovedhim。Buthedidnotknowshelovedhim-shewasGypsyNan。Ifshekepthersecret,ifhedidnotpenetrateherdisguiseasshehadpenetratedhis,ifshewereGypsyNanandDanglar’swifetohim,herthreatwouldbevalidenough,and-andhewouldbeathermercy! Aflush,halfshamed,halfangry,dyedthegrimethatwaspartofGypsyNan’sdisguiseuponherface。Whatwasshesayingtoherself? Whatwasshethinking?Thathedidnotknowshelovedhim!Howwouldhe?Howcouldhe?Hadaword,anact,asinglelookofhersevergivenhimahintthat,whenshehadbeenwithhimastheWhiteMoll,shecared!Itwasunjust,unfair,toflingsuchatauntatherself。Itseemedasthoughshehadlostnearlyeverythinginlife,butshehadnotyetlostherwomanlinessandherpride。 Shehadcertainlylosthersenses,though!Evenifthatword,thatlook,thatacthadpassedbetweenthem,betweentheAdventurerandtheWhiteMoll,hestilldidnotknowthatGypsyNanwastheWhiteMoll-andthatwastheonethingnowthathemustnotknow,and…… RhodaGrayhaltedsuddenly,andstaredalongthehallwayaheadofher,anduptheshort,ladder-likestepsthatledtothegarret。 Herears-orwasitfancy?-hadcaughtwhatsoundedlikealowknockingupthereuponherdoor。Yes,itcameagainnowdistinctly。 Itwasduskoutside;inhere,inthehall,itwasalmostdark。Hereyesstrainedthroughthemurk。Shewasnotmistaken。Somethingdarkerthanthesurroundingdarkness,aform,movedupthere。 Theknockingceased,andnowtheformseemedtobenddownandgropealongthefloor;andthen,aninstantlater,itbegantodescendtheladder-likesteps-andabruptlyRhodaGray,too,movedforward。Itwasn’tDanglar。Thatwaswhathadinstantlytakenholdofhermind,andsheknewasuddenreliefnow。Themanonthestairs-shecouldseethatitwasamannow-thoughhemovedsilently,swayedinagrotesquelyjerkywayasthoughhewerelame。Itwasn’tDanglar! ShewouldgotoanylengthtotrackDanglartohislair;butnothere-hereinthedarkness-hereinthegarret。Hereshewasafraidofhimwithadeadlyfear;herealonewithhimtherewouldbeathousandchancesofexposureincidenttotheslightestintimacyhemightshowthewomanwhomhebelievedtobehiswife-athousandchanceshereagainsthardlyoneinanyotherenvironmentorsituation。Butthemanonthestairswasn’tDanglar。 Shehaltednowandutteredasharpexclamation,asthoughshehadcaughtsightofthemanforthefirsttime。 Theother,too,hadhalted-atthefootofthestairs。Aplaintivedrawlreachedher: “Don’tscreech,Bertha!It’sonlyyourdevotedbrother-in-law。 Curseyourinfernalladder,andmytwistedback!“ Danglar’sbrother!Bertha!Shesnatchedinstantlyatthecuewithaninwardgaspofthankfulness。ShewouldnotmakethemistakeofusingthevernacularbehindwhichGypsyNanshelteredherself。HerewassomeonewhoknewthatGypsyNanwasbutarole。Butshehadtorememberthathervoicewasslightlyhoarse;thathervoice,atleast,couldnotsacrificeitsdisguisetoanyone。Danglarhadbeenalittlesuspiciousofituntilshehadexplainedthatshewassufferingfromacold。 “Oh!“shesaidcalmly。“It’syou,isit?Andwhatbroughtyouhere?“ “Whatdoyousuppose?“hecomplainedirritably。“Thesameoldthing,allI’mgoodfor-towriteoutcodemessagesanddeliverthemlikeanerrandboy!It’sasweetjob,isn’tit?How’dyouliketobeadeformedlittlecripple?“ Shedidnotansweratonce。Thenightseemedsuddenlytobeopeningsomestrange,evenpremonitory,vista。Thecodemessages!Theirmodeofdelivery!Herewastheanswer! “MaybeI’dlikeitbetterthanbeingGypsyNan!“sheflungbacksignificantly。 Helaughedoutsharply。 “I’dliketotradewithyou,“hesaid,aquicknoteofgenuineenvyinhisvoice。“Youcanpitchawayyourclothes;Ican’tpitchawayacrookedspine。And,anyway,afterto-night,you’llbelivingswellagain。 Sheleanedtowardhim,staringathiminthesemi-darkness。Thatpremonitoryvistawaswidening;hiswordsseemedsuddenlytosetherbrainintumult。Afterto-night!Shewastoresume,afterto-night,thecharacterthatwassupposedtolaybehindthedisguiseofGypsyNan!Shewastoresumehersupposedlytruecharacter-thatofPierreDanglar’swife! “Whatdoyoumean?“shedemandedtensely。 “Aw,comeon!“hesaidabruptly。“Thisisn’ttheplacetotalk。 Pierrewantsyouatonce。That’swhatthemessagewasfor。I thoughtyouwereout,andIleftitintheusualplacesoyou’dgetittheminuteyougotbackandcomealongover。So,comeonnowwithme。“ Hewasmovingdownthehallway,blotchinglikesomemisshapentoadintheshadowylight,lurchinginhiswalk,thatwas,nevertheless,almostuncannilynoiseless。Mechanicallyshefollowedhim。Shewastryingtothink;strivingfranticallytobringherwitstoplayonthissuddenandunexpecteddenouement。ItwasobviousthathewastakinghertoDanglar。ShehadstrivendesperatelylastnighttorunDanglartoearthinhislair。Andherewasaself-appointedguide!Andyetheremotionsconflictedandherbrainwasconfused。 Itwaswhatshewanted,whatthroughbittertravailofmindshehaddecidedmustbehercourse;butshefoundherselfshrinkingfromitwithdreadandfearnowthatitpromisedtobecomeareality。ItwasnotlikelastnightwhenofherowninitiativeshehadsoughttotrackDanglar,forthenshehadstartedoutwithacertainfreedomofactionthatheldinreserveafreedomtoretreatifitbecamenecessary。To-nightitwasasthoughsheweredeprivedofthatfreedom,andbeingledintowhatonlytooeasilymightdevelopintoatrapfromwhichshecouldnotretreatorescape。 Supposesherefusedtogo? Theyhadreachedthestreetnow,andnowsheobtainedabetterviewofthemisshapenthingthatlurchedjerkilyalongbesideher。Themanwasdeformed,miserablydeformed。Hewalkedmostcuriously,halfbentover;andonearm,theleft,seemedtoswinghelplessly,andthelefthandwaslikeawitheredthing。Hereyessoughttheother’sface。Itwasanoldface,mucholderthanDanglar’s,anditwaswhiteandpinchedanddrawn;andinthedarkeyes,astheysuddenlydartedaglanceather,shereadasullen,bitterbroodinganddiscontent。Sheturnedherheadaway。Itwasnotapleasantface;itstruckherasbeingbothmorbidandcrueltoadegree。 Supposesherefusedtogo? “Whatdidyoumeanby’afterto-night’?“sheaskedagain。 “You’llsee,“heanswered。“Pierre’lltellyou。You’reinluck,that’sall。Thewholethingthathaskeptyouundercoverhasbustwideopenyourway,andyouwin。AndPierre’sgoingthroughforaclean-up。To-morrowyoucanswellaroundinalimousineagain。Andmaybeyou’llcomearoundandtakemeforadrive,ifIdressup,andpromisetohideinacornerofthebackseatso’stheywon’tseeyourhandsomefriend!“ Thecreatureflungabittersmileather,andlurchedon。 Hehadtoldherwhatshewantedtoknow-morethanshehadhopedfor。ThemysterythatsurroundedthecharacterofGypsyNan,theevidenceofthecrimeatwhichthewomanwhohadoriginatedthatrolehadhintedonthenightshedied,andwhichmustnecessarilyinvolveDanglar,washers,RhodaGray’s,nowforthetaking。AswellgoandgiveherselfuptothepoliceastheWhiteMollandhavedonewithitall,astorefusetoseizetheopportunitywhichfate,evidentlyinakindliermoodtowardhernow,wasofferingheratthisinstant。ItpromisedhertheholduponDanglarthatsheneededtoforceanavowalofherowninnocence,theveryholdthatshehadbutafewminutesbeforebeenhopingshecouldobtainthroughtheAdventurer。 Therewasnolongeranyquestionastowhethershewouldgoornot。 Herhandgropeddownundertheshabbyblackshawlintothewide,voluminouspocketofhergreasyskirt。Yes,herrevolverwasthere。 Sheknewitwasthere,butthetouchofherfingersuponitseemedtobringasenseofreassurance。Shewasperhapsstakingherallinaccompanyingthiscripplehereto-night-shedidnotneedtobetoldthat-buttherewasawayofescapeatthelastifshewerecorneredandcaught。Herfingersplayedwiththeweapon。IftheworstcametotheworstshewouldneverbeatDanglar’smercywhileshepossessedthatrevolverand,iftheneedcame,turnedituponherself