Danglar！Yes，’therehewas-quiteclosetoher，onlyafewtablesaway-andbesidehimsataheavybuilt，clean-shavenmanofmiddleage。ThatwouldbeCloran，ofcourse-themanwhowastohavebeenluredtohisdeath。AndDanglarwasnervousanduneasy，shecouldsee。Hisfingersweredrummingatattooonthetable；hiseyeswererovingfurtivelyabouttheroom；andhedidnotseemtobepayinganybutthemostdistraitattentiontohiscompanion，whowastalkingtohim。
RhodaGraysankquicklyintoavacantchair。Threemen，linkedarminarm，anddecidedlymorethanalittledrunk，wereapproachingher。Sheturnedherheadawaytoavoidattractingtheirattention。
Itwastoofreeandeasyhereto-night，andshebegantoregrethertemerityathavingventuredinside；shewouldbetter，perhaps，havewaiteduntilDanglarcameout-onlythereweretwoexits，andshemighthavemissedhim-and……
Acoldfearuponher，sheshrankbackinherchair。Thethreemenhadhaltedatthetable，andwereclusteredaroundher。Theybeganajocularquarrelamongstthemselvesastowhoshoulddancewithher。
Herheartwaspounding。Shestoodup，andpushedthemaway。
“Oh，no，youdon’t！“hiccoughedoneofthethree。“Gottaseeyour-hic！-prettyface，anyhow！“
Sheputupherhandsfranticallyandclutchedatherveil-butjustaninstanttoolatetosaveitfrombeingwrenchedaside。WildlyhereyesflewtoDanglar。Hisattentionhadbeenattractedbythescene。
Shesawhimrisefromhisseat；shesawhiseyeswiden-andthen，stumblingoverhischairinhishaste，hemadetowardher。DanglarhadrecognizedtheWhiteMoll！
Sheturnedandran。Fear，horror，desperation，lentherstrength。
ItwasnotlikethisthatshehadcountedonherreckoningwithDanglar！Shebrushedtheroisterersaside，anddartedforthedoor。
OverhershouldersheglimpsedDanglarfollowingher。Shereachedthedoor，burstthroughaknotofpeoplethere，and，hertornveilclutchedinherhand，dasheddownthesteps。Shecouldonlyrun-run，andpraythatinsomewayshemightescape。
Andthenamadexultationcameuponher。Shesawthemaninthechauffeur’sseatofthefirstcarinthelineleanoutandswingthedooropen。Andinaflashshegraspedthesituation。Themanwaswaitingforjustthis-forawomantocomerunningforherlifedownthestepsoftheSilverSphinx。Sheputherhanduptoherface，hidingitwiththetornveil，racedforthecar，andflungherselfintothetonneau。
Thedoorslammed。Thecarleapedfromthecurb。Danglarwascomingdownthesteps。Sheheardhimshout。Thechauffeur，inastartledway，leanedout，asheevidentlyrecognizedDanglar’svoice-butRhodaGraywasmistressofherselfnow。Thetonneauofthecarwasnotseparatedfromthedriver’sseat，andbendingforward，shewrenchedherrevolverfromherpocket，andpressedthemuzzleofherweapontothebackoftheman’sneck。
“Don’tstop！“shegasped，strugglingforherbreath。“Goon！
Quick！“
Theman，withafrightenedoath，obeyed。Thecargainedspeed。A
glancethroughthewindowbehindshowedDanglarclimbingintotheothercar。
AndthenforamomentRhodaGraysattherefightingforherself-control，withthecertainknowledgeinhersoulthatuponherwits，andherwitsalone，herlifedependednow。Shestudiedthecar’smechanismoverthechauffeur’sshoulder，evenasshecontinuedtoholdherrevolverpressedsteadilyagainstthebackoftheman’sneck。Shecoulddriveacar-shecoulddrivethisone。Thepresenceofthischauffeur，oneofthegang，wasanaddedmenace；
thereweretoomanytrickshemightplaybeforeshecouldforestallthem，anyoneofwhichwoulddeliverherintothehandsofDanglarbehindthere-anapparentlyinadvertentstoppageduetotraffic，forinstance，thatwouldbringthepursuingcaralongside-that，oradozenotherthingswhichwouldachievethesameend。
“Openthedooronyourside！“shecommandedabruptly。“Andgetout-withoutslowingthecar！Doyouunderstand？“
Heturnedhisheadforahalfincredulous，halffrightenedlookather。Shemethiseyessteadily-thetornveil，quitediscardednow，wasinherpocket。Shedidnotknowtheman；butitwasquiteevidentfromthealmostludicrousdismaywhichspreadoverhisfacethatheknewher。
“The-theWhiteMoll！“hestammered。“It’stheWhiteMoll！“
“Jump！“sheorderedimperatively-andherrevolverpressedstillmoresignificantlyagainsttheman’sflesh。
Heseemedinevenfrantichastetoobeyher。Hewhippedthedooropen，and，beforeshecouldreachtothewheel，hehadleapedtothestreet。Thecarswervedsharply。Sheflungherselfoverintothevacatedseat，andsnatchedatthewheelbarelyintimetopreventthemachinefrommountingthecurb。
Shelookedaroundagainthroughthewindowofthehood。ThemanhadswungaboardDanglar’scar，whichwasonlyafewyardsbehind。
RhodaGraydrovesteadily。Hereinthecitystreetsheroneaimmustbenevertolettheothercarcomeabreastofher；butshecouldpreventthateasilyenoughbywatchingDanglar’smovements，andcuttingacrossinfrontofhimifheattemptedanythingofthesort。Butultimatelywhatwasshetodo？Howwasshetoescape？
Herhandsgrippedandclenchedinasudden，almostpanic-likedesperationatthewheel。Turnsuddenlyaroundacorner，andjumpfromthecarherself？Itwasuselesstoattemptit；theywouldkeeptooclosebehindtogiveherachancetogetoutofsight。
Well，then，supposeshejumpedfromthecar，andtrustedherselftotheprotectionofthepeopleonthestreet。Sheshookherheadgrimly。
Danglar，sheknewonlytoowell，wouldriskanything，gotoanylength，toputanendtotheWhiteMoll。Hewouldnothesitateaninstanttoshootherdownasshejumpedandhewouldbefairlysafehimselfindoingit。Afewrevolvershotsfromacarthatspeededawayinthedarknessofferedanevenchanceofescape。Andyet，unlesssheforcedanissuesuchasthat，sheknewthatDanglarwouldnotresorttofiringatherhereinthecity。Hewouldwanttobesurethatwastheonlychancehehadofgettingher，beforeheacceptedtheriskthathewouldrunofbeingcaughtforitbythepolice。
Shefoundherselfbecomingstrangely，almostunnaturally，coolandcollectednow。Theonedanger，greaterthanallothers，thatmenacedherwasatrafficblockthatwouldcausehertostop，andallowthoseintheothercarbehindtorushinuponherasshesathereatthewheel。Andsoonerorlater，ifshestayedinthecity，ablocksuchasthatwasinevitable。Shemustgetoutofthecity，then。Itwasonlytoinviteanotherrisk，theriskthatDanglarwasinthefastercarofthetwobuttherewasnootherway。
Shedrovemorequickly，madeherwaytotheBridge，andcrossedit。
Thecarbehindfollowedwithimmutablepersistence。Itmadenoefforttoclosetheshortgapbetweenthem；but，neither，ontheotherhand，diditpermitthatgaptowiden。
TheypassedthroughBrooklyn；andthen，reachingtheoutskirts，RhodaGray，withheadlightsstreamingintotheblack，withanopenLongIslandroadbeforeher，flungherthrottlewide，andthecarleapedlikeathingoflifeintothenight。Itwasasuddenstart，itgainedherahundredyardsbutthatwasall。
Thewindtoreatherandwhippedherface；thecarrockedandreeledasinsomemadfrenzy。Therewasnotmuchtraffic，butsuchastherewasitclearedawayfrombeforeherasifbymagic，as，seekingshelterfromthewildmeteoricthingrunningamuck，thefewvehicles，motororhorse，thatsheencounteredhugged；theedgeoftheroad，andthewindwhiskedtoherearsfragmentsofshoutsandexecrations。Againandagainshelookedbacktwofieryballsoflightblazedbehindheralwaysthosesametwofieryballs。
Sheneithergainednorlost。Rigid，likesteel，herlittlefigurewascrouchedoverthewheel。Shedidnotknowtheroad。Sheknewnothingsavethatshewasracingforherlife。Shedidnotknowtheend；shecouldnotseetheend。Perhapstherewouldbesomemercifulpieceofluckforherthatwouldwinherthroughabreak-downtothatroaringthing，withitseyesthatwereballsoffire，behind。
Shepassedthroughatownwithlightedstreetsandlightedwindowsorwasitonlyimagination？Itwasgoneagain，anyhow，andtherewasjustblackroadahead。Overtheroarofthecarandthesweepofthewind，then，shecaught，orfanciedshecaught，aseriesoffaintreports。Shelookedbehindher。Yes，theywerefiringnow。Littleflashesleapedoutaboveandatthesidesofthoseblazingheadlights。
HowlongwasitsinceshehadlefttheSilverSphinx？Minutesorhourswouldnotmeasureit，wouldthey？Butitcouldnotlastmuchlonger！Shewasgrowingverytired；thestrainuponherarms，yes，anduponhereyes，wasbecomingunbearable。Sheswayedalittleinherseat，andthecarswerved，andshejerkeditbackagainintothestraight。Shebegantolaughalittlehystericallyandthen，suddenly，shestraightenedup，tenseandalertoncemore。
Thatswervewasthegermofaninspiration！Ittookrootswiftlynow。Itwasdesperate-butshewasdesperate。Shecouldnotdrivemuchmore，ormuchlongerlikethis。Mindandbodywerealmostundone。And，besides，shewasnotoutdistancingthatcarbehindtherebyafoot；andsoonerorlatertheywouldhitherwithoneoftheirshots，or，perhapswhattheywerereallytryingtodo，punctureoneofhertires。
Againsheglancedoverhershoulder。Yes，Danglarwasjustfarenoughbehindtomaketheplanpossible。Shebegantoallowthecartoswervenoticeablyatintervals，asthoughshewereweakeningandthecarwasgettingbeyondhercontrol-whichwas，indeed，almosttooliterallythecase。Andnowitseemedtoherthateachtimesheswervedtherecameanexultantshoutfromthecarbehind。
Well，sheaskedfornothingbetter；thatwaswhatshewastryingtodo，wasn’tit？-inspirethemwiththebeliefthatshewasbreakingunderthestrain。
Hereyessearchedanxiouslydowntheluminouspathwaymadebyherhigh-poweredheadlights。Ifonlyshecouldreachapieceofroadthatcombinedtwothings-anembankmentofsomesort，andacurvejustsharpenoughtothrowthoseheadlightsbehindoffatatangentforaninstantastheyroundedit，too，infollowingher。