"Do - do you think there is a chance - even at the last - if - if,
without throwing down one's pals, one tries to make good?"

"Yes," said Rhoda Gray again.

"Is the door closed?" Gypsy Nan attempted to raise herself on her
elbow, as though to see for herself.

Rhoda Gray forced the other gently back upon the pillows.

"It is closed," she said. "You need not be afraid."

"What time is it?" demanded Gypsy Nan.

Rhoda Gray looked at her watch.

"Twenty-five minutes after twelve," she answered.

"There's time yet, then," whispered Gypsy Nan. "There's time yet."
She lay silent for a moment, then her hand closed tightly around
Rhoda Gray's. "Listen!" she said. "There's more about - about
why I lived like that than I told you. And - and I can't tell you
now - I can't go out like a yellow cur - I'm not going to snitch
on anybody else just because I'm through myself. But - but there's
something on to-night that I'd - I'd like to stop. Only the police,
or anybody else, aren't to know anything about it, because then
they'd nip my friends. See? But you can do it - easy. You can
do it alone without anybody knowing. There's time yet. They
weren't going to pull it until halfpast one - and there won't be