Love and Mr. Lewisham

She did not try to answer her own question–she was afraid that her dismay would get the better of her if she hesitated for an instant. She crossed the street, choosing a spot between two of the arc lamps where the shadows were blackest. It was a high fence, but not too high to climb. She reached up, preparatory to pulling herself to the top–and drew back with a stifled cry. She was too late, then–already too late! They were here ahead of her–and on guard after all! A man’s form, appearing suddenly out of the darkness but a few feet away, was making quickly toward her. She wrenched her automatic from her pocket. The touch of the weapon in her hand restored her self-control.

“Don’t come any nearer!” she cried out sharply. “I will fire if you do!”

And then the man spoke.

“It’s you, ain’t it?” he called in guarded eagerness. “It’s the White Moll, ain’t it? Thank God, it’s you!”

Her extended hand with the automatic fell to her side. She had recognized his voice. It wasn’t Danglar, it wasn’t one of the gang, or the watchman who was no better than an accomplice; it was Marty Finch, alias the Sparrow.

“Marty!” she exclaimed. “You! What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to keep you from goin’ in there!” he answered excitedly. “And–and, say, I was afraid I was too late. Don’t you go in there! For God’s sake, don’t you go! They’re layin’ a trap for you! They’re goin' to bump you off! I know all about it!”

“You know? What do you mean?” she asked quickly. “How do you know?”

“I quit my job a few days after that fellow you called Danglar tried to murder me that night you saved me,” said the Sparrow, with a savage laugh. “I knew he had it in for you, and I guess I had something comm' to him on my own account too, hadn’t I? That’s the job I’ve been on ever since–tryin’ to find the dirty pup. And I found him! But it wasn’t until to-night, though you can believe me there weren’t many joints in the old town where I didn’t look for him. My luck turned to-night. I spotted him comin’ out of Italian Joe’s bar. See? I followed him. After a while he slips into a lane, and from the street I saw him go into a shed there. I worked my way up quiet, and got as near as I dared without bein’ heard and seen, and I listened. He was talkin’ to a woman. I couldn’t hear everything they said, and they quarreled a lot; but I heard him say something about framin’ up a job to get somebody down to the old iron plant behind Jake Malley’s saloon and bump ’em off, and I heard him say there wouldn’t be any White Moll by morning, and I put two and two together and beat it for here.”

Rhoda Gray reached out and caught the Sparrow’s hand.