"Listen - quick! I - my strength! she panted. "An antique he
never sells - old escritoire against rear wall - secret drawer
- take out wide middle drawer - reach in and rub your hand along
the top - you'll feel the spring. We waited to - to get - get
counterfeits - put counterfeits there - understand? Then he'd
never know he'd been robbed - not for a long time anyway
- discovered perhaps when he was dead - old wife - suffer then
- I - got to make good - make good - I -" She came up suddenly
on both her elbows, the dark eyes staring wildly. "Yes, yes!"
she whispered. "Seven-three-nine! Look out!" Her voice rang
with sudden terror, rising almost to a scream. "Look out! Can't
you understand, you fool! I've told you! Seven-three-nine!
Seven-three...

Rhoda Gray's arms had gone around the other's shoulders. She heard
the door open-and then a quick, light step. There wasn't any other
sound now. She made way mechanically for the nurse. And then,
after a moment, she rose from her knees. The nurse answered her
unspoken question.

"Yes; it's over."


III. ALIAS GYPSY NAN

Rhoda Gray went slowly from the room. In a curiously stunned sort
of way she reached the street, and for a few blocks walked along
scarcely conscious of the direction she was taking. Her mind was
in turmoil. The night seemed to have been one of harrowing
hallucination; it seemed as though it were utterly unreal, like one