〃Jump！〃　she　ordered　imperatively　…　and　her　revolver　pressed　still
  more　significantly　against　the　man's　flesh。
  He　seemed　in　even　frantic　haste　to　obey　her。　　He　whipped　the　door
  open；　and；　before　she　could　reach　to　the　wheel；　he　had　leaped　to
  the　street。　　The　car　swerved　sharply。　　She　flung　herself　over　into
  the　vacated　seat；　and　snatched　at　the　wheel　barely　in　time　to
  prevent　the　machine　from　mounting　the　curb。
  She　looked　around　again　through　the　window　of　the　hood。　　The　man
  had　swung　aboard　Danglar's　car；　which　was　only　a　few　yards　behind。
  Rhoda　Gray　drove　steadily。　　Here　in　the　city　streets　her　one　aim
  must　be　never　to　let　the　other　car　come　abreast　of　her；　but　she
  could　prevent　that　easily　enough　by　watching　Danglar's　movements；
  and　cutting　across　in　front　of　him　if　he　attempted　anything　of　the
  sort。　　But　ultimately　what　was　she　to　do？　　How　was　she　to　escape？
  Her　hands　gripped　and　clenched　in　a　sudden；　almost　panic…like
  desperation　at　the　wheel。　　Turn　suddenly　around　a　corner；　and　jump
  from　the　car　herself？　　It　was　useless　to　attempt　it；　they　would
  keep　too　close　behind　to　give　her　a　chance　to　get　out　of　sight。
  Well；　then；　suppose　she　jumped　from　the　car；　and　trusted　herself　to
  the　protection　of　the　people　on　the　street。　　She　shook　her　head　grimly。
  Danglar；　she　knew　only　too　well；　would　risk　anything；　go　to　any
  length；　to　put　an　end　to　the　White　Moll。　　He　would　not　hesitate　an
  instant　to　shoot　her　down　as　she　jumped　　　and　he　would　be　fairly
  safe　himself　in　doing　it。　　A　few　revolver　shots　from　a　car　that
  speeded　away　in　the　darkness　offered　an　even　chance　of　escape。　　And
  yet；　unless　she　forced　an　issue　such　as　that；　she　knew　that　Danglar
  would　not　resort　to　firing　at　her　here　in　the　city。　　He　would　want
  to　be　sure　that　was　the　only　chance　he　had　of　getting　her；　before
  he　accepted　the　risk　that　he　would　run　of　being　caught　for　it　by
  the　police。
  She　found　herself　becoming　strangely；　almost　unnaturally；　cool　and
  collected　now。　　The　one　danger；　greater　than　all　others；　that
  menaced　her　was　a　traffic　block　that　would　cause　her　to　stop；　and
  allow　those　in　the　other　car　behind　to　rush　in　upon　her　as　she　sat
  here　at　the　wheel。　　And　sooner　or　later；　if　she　stayed　in　the　city；
  a　block　such　as　that　was　inevitable。　　She　must　get　out　of　the　city；
  then。　　It　was　only　to　invite　another　risk；　the　risk　that　Danglar
  was　in　the　faster　car　of　the　two　　　but　there　was　no　other　way。
  She　drove　more　quickly；　made　her　way　to　the　Bridge；　and　crossed　it。
  The　car　behind　followed　with　immutable　persistence。　　It　made　no
  effort　to　close　the　short　gap　between　them；　but；　neither；　on　the
  other　hand；　did　it　permit　that　gap　to　widen。
  They　passed　through　Brooklyn；　and　then；　reaching　the　outskirts；
  Rhoda　Gray；　with　headlights　streaming　into　the　black；　with　an　open
  Long　Island　road　before　her；　flung　her　throttle　wide；　and　the　car
  leaped　like　a　thing　of　life　into　the　night。　　It　was　a　sudden　start；
  it　gained　her　a　hundred　yards　but　that　was　all。
  The　wind　tore　at　her　and　whipped　her　face；　the　car　rocked　and　reeled
  as　in　some　mad　frenzy。　　There　was　not　much　traffic；　but　such　as
  there　was　it　cleared　away　from　before　her　as　if　by　magic；　as；
  seeking　shelter　from　the　wild　meteoric　thing　running　amuck；　the　few
  vehicles；　motor　or　horse；　that　she　encountered　hugged；　the　edge　of
  the　road；　and　the　wind　whisked　to　her　ears　fragments　of　shouts　and
  execrations。　　Again　and　again　she　looked　back　　　two　fiery　balls　of
  light　blazed　behind　her　always　those　same　two　fiery　balls。
  She　neither　gained　nor　lost。　　Rigid；　like　steel；　her　little　figure
  was　crouched　over　the　wheel。　　She　did　not　know　the　road。　　She　knew
  nothing　save　that　she　was　racing　for　her　life。　　She　did　not　know
  the　end；　she　could　not　see　the　end。　　Perhaps　there　would　be　some
  merciful　piece　of　luck　for　her　that　would　win　her　through　　　a
  break…down　to　that　roaring　thing；　with　its　eyes　that　were　balls　of
  fire；　behind。
  She　passed　through　a　town　with　lighted　streets　and　lighted　windows
  or　was　it　only　imagination？　　It　was　gone　again；　anyhow；　and　there
  was　just　black　road　ahead。　　Over　the　roar　of　the　car　and　the　sweep
  of　the　wind；　then；　she　caught；　or　fancied　she　caught；　a　series
  of　faint　reports。　　She　looked　behind　her。　　Yes；　they　were　firing
  now。　　Little　flashes　leaped　out　above　and　at　the　sides　of　those
  blazing　headlights。
  How　long　was　it　since　she　had　left　the　Silver　Sphinx？　　Minutes　or
  hours　would　not　measure　it；　would　they？　　But　it　could　not　last　much
  longer！　She　was　growing　very　tired；　the　strain　upon　her　arms；　yes；
  and　upon　her　eyes；　was　becoming　unbearable。　　She　swayed　a　little
  in　her　seat；　and　the　car　swerved；　and　she　jerked　it　back　again　into
  the　straight。　　She　began　to　laugh　a　little　hysterically　　　and　then；
  suddenly；　she　straightened　up；　tense　and　alert　once　more。
  That　swerve　was　the　germ　of　an　inspiration！　　It　took　root　swiftly
  now。　　It　was　desperate　…　but　she　was　desperate。　　She　could　not　drive
  much　more；　or　much　longer　like　this。　　Mind　and　body　were　almost
  undone。　　And；　besides；　she　was　not　outdistancing　that　car　behind
  there　by　a　foot；　and　sooner　or　later　they　would　hit　her　with　one　of
  their　shots；　or；　perhaps　what　they　were　really　trying　to　do；
  puncture　one　of　her　tires。
  Again　she　glanced　over　her　shoulder。　　Yes；　Danglar　was　just　far
  enough　behind　to　make　the　plan　possible。　　She　began　to　allow　the
  car　to　swerve　noticeably　at　intervals；　as　though　she　were　weakening
  and　the　car　was　getting　beyond　her　control　…　which　was；　indeed；
  almost　too　literally　the　case。　　And　now　it　seemed　to　her　that　each
  time　she　swerved　there　came　an　exultant　shout　from　the　car　behind。
  Well；　she　asked　for　nothing　better；　that　was　what　she　was　trying　to
  do；　wasn't　it？　…　inspire　them　with　the　belief　that　she　was　breaking
  under　the　strain。
  Her　eyes　searched　anxiously　down　the　luminous　pathway　made　by　her
  high…powered　headlights。　　If　only　she　could　reach　a　piece　of　road
  that　combined　two　things　…　an　embankment　of　some　sort；　and　a　curve
  just　sharp　enough　to　throw　those　headlights　behind　off　at　a　tangent
  for　an　instant　as　they　rounded　it；　too；　in　following　her。
  A　minute；　two；　another　passed。　　And　then　Rhoda　Gray；　tight…lipped；
  her　face　drawn　hard；　as　her　own　headlights　suddenly　edged　away　from
  the　road　and　opened　what　looked　like　a　deep　ravine　on　her　left；
  while　the　road　curved　to　the　right；　flung　a　frenzied　glance　back
  of　her。　　It　was　her　chance　…　her　one　chance。　　Danglar　was　perhaps
  a　little　more　than　a　hundred　yards　in　the　rear。　　Yes　…　now！　　His
  headlights　were　streaming　out　on　her　left　as　he；　too；　touched　the
  curve。　　The　right…hand　side　of　her　car；　the　right…hand　side　of　the
  road　were　in　blackness。　　She　checked　violently；　almost　to　a　stop；
  then　instantly　opened　the　throttle　wide　once　more；　wrenching　the
  wheel　over　to　head　the　machine　for　the　ravine；　and　before　the　car
  picked　up　its　momentum　again；　she　dropped　from　the　right…hand　side；
  darted　to　the　far　edge　of　the　road；　and　flung　herself　flat　down
  upon　the　ground。
  The　great；　black　body　of　her　car　seemed　to　sail　out　into　nothingness
  like　some　weird　aerial　monster；　the　headlights　streaming　uncannily
  through　space　…　then　blackness　…　and　a　terrific　crash。
  And　now　the　other　car　had　come　to　a　stop　almost　opposite　where　she
  lay。　　Danglar　and　the　two　chauffeurs；　shouting　at　each　other　in
  wild　excitement；　leaped　out　and　rushed　to　the　edge　of　the　embankment。
  And　then　suddenly　the　sky　grew　red　as　a　great　tongue…flame　shot　up
  from　below。　　It　outlined　the　forms　of　the　three　men　as　they　stood
  there；　until；　abruptly；　as　though　with　one　accord；　they　rushed
  pell…mell　down　the　embankment　toward　the　burning　wreckage。　　And　as
  they　disappeared　from　sight　Rhoda　Gray　jumped　to　her　feet；　sprang
  for　Danglar's　car；　flung　herself　into　the　driver's　seat；　and　the　car
  shot　forward　again　along　the　road。
  A　shout；　a　wild　chorus　of　yells；　the　reports　of　a　fusillade　of
  shots　reached　her；　she　caught　a　glimpse　of　forms　running　insanely
  after　her　along　the　edge　of　the　embankment　…　then　silence　save　for
  the　roar　of　the　speeding　car。
  She　drove　on　and　on。　　Somewhere；　nearing　a　town；　she　saw　a　train
  in　the　distance　coming　in　her　direction。　　She　reached　the　station
  first；　and　left　the　car　standing　there；　and；　with　the　torn　veil
  over　her　face　again；　took　the　train。
  She　was　weak；　undone；　exhausted。　　Even　her　mind　refused　its
  functions　further。　　It　was　only　in　a　subconscious　way　she　realized
  that；　where　she　had　thought　never　to　go　to　the　garret　again；　the
  garret　and　the　role　of　Gypsy　Nan　were；　more　than　ever　now；　her　sole
  refuge。　　The　plot　against　Cloran　had　failed；　but　they　could　not
  blame　that　on　〃Bertha's〃　non…appearance；　and　since　it　had　failed
  she　would　not　now　be　expected　to　assume　the　dead　woman's　personality。
  True；　she　had　not；　as　had　been　arranged；　reached　the　Silver　Sphinx
  at　eleven；　but　there　were　a　hundred　excuses　she　could　give　to
  account　for　her　being　late　in　keeping　the　appointment　so　that　she
  had　arrived　just　in　time；　say；　to　see　Danglar　dash　wildly　in　pursuit
  of　a　woman　who　had　jumped　into　the　car　that　she　was　supposed　to　take！
  The　garret！　　The　garret　again　…　and　Gypsy　Nan！　　Her　surroundings
  seemed　to　become　a　blank　to　her；　her　actions　to　be　prompte