Part 16 (1/2)

”I quite understood!” Billy Kane forced a sarcastic smile. ”You are almost too considerate!”

”Am I?” she said. Her eyes flashed suddenly. ”Well, perhaps you are right! I have thought sometimes that even the chance I give you is more than you deserve. I feel so strongly about it, in fact, that the only thing which prevents me from putting an end to it-and you-is that by using you to defeat the ends of your own criminal a.s.sociates a great deal of good is being done. They will trap you sometime, of course, and, knowing them, you know what will happen, and I am satisfied then that, as an alternative, you would prefer Sing Sing and the chair; but you are clever-that is why you grasp at the chance I give you. You are extremely clever-and you believe you can continue to outwit them indefinitely. I don't think you can, though I admit your cleverness, cunning and craft.”

”You flatter me!” said Billy Kane ironically.

”No,” she said, her voice suddenly lowered, pa.s.sionate, tense; ”I hate you.”

”You told me that last night.” Billy Kane indolently blew a ring of cigarette smoke ceilingwards. ”I am beginning to believe you. Did you follow Red Vallon in here to tell me the same thing again?”

She did not answer for a moment.

”Sometimes you make me lose my faith in G.o.d,” she said, in a slow, restrained way. ”It is hard to believe that a G.o.d, a just G.o.d, could have created such men as you.”

Billy Kane removed his cigarette from his lips, and flicked the ash away with a tap of his forefinger. He felt the color mount and tinge his cheeks. There was something, not alone in her words, but in her tone, that struck at him and _hurt_. The brown eyes, deep, full of implacable condemnation, burned into his. What was it that the Rat had done to her, or hers? He turned slightly away. An anger, smoldering in his soul, burst into flame. He was the Rat by proxy-and the proxy was d.a.m.nable. He could not tell her he was not the Rat. He could not tell her he was-Billy Kane. He must play on with his detestable role! He must play the Rat. What answer would the Rat have made to her?

”Cut that out!” rasped Billy Kane.

”Yes,” she said quietly, ”I spoke impulsively. There are only two things in life that affect you-your own safety, and to be quite sure that you get all of your share out of your crimes, and, if possible, somebody else's share as well. But the latter consideration is at an end now, isn't it, Bundy? I think I have taken care of that. It's just a question of whether you can save yourself or not with those clever wits of yours.

Well”-she shrugged her shoulders suddenly-”you did very well last night.

His life would not be worth very much if the underworld should ever lay hands on the man in the mask. Would it, Bundy?”

He did not answer her.

”Yes, you did very well, indeed,” she went on calmly. ”You will meet somewhere else, of course, as soon as you can find a suitable place, but you will hold no more of your secret council meetings at Jerry's for some time to come.”

Billy Kane's face was impa.s.sive now. He was apparently intent only on the thin blue spiral of smoke that curled upward from the tip of his cigarette. So those meetings of that cursed directorate of crime had been held at Jerry's, had they? He had not known that.

”Suppose,” suggested Billy Kane, curtly, ”that we come to the point.

What is it that you want to-night?”

”I am coming to the point,” she answered levelly. ”Owing to the events of last night your organization is in confusion, some of the more faint-hearted of your partners have temporarily even taken to their heels; but, even so, the organization's activities can hardly come to an abrupt standstill. You will perhaps remember a somewhat similar occasion once before? There are perhaps certain matters that are imperative, that cannot wait. Is it not so, Bundy? And in such an emergency it is left to-shall we call him the organization's secretary?-to keep things going.

Personal touch is lost with one another, but there is still a way. I know, it does not matter how, that Red Vallon received a written order a little while ago. I followed Red Vallon here. I _think_ he gave that order to you.”

Billy Kane looked at her for a moment, a quizzical, whimsical expression creeping into his face. She was in deadly earnest, he knew that well.

And yet there was a certain sense of humor here too-a grim humor with something of the sardonic in it, and nothing of mirth. Red Vallon's code order was quite as meaningless to him as it would be to her!

”Sure!” said Billy Kane, alias the Rat-and chuckled. ”Sure, he gave it to me! You don't think I'd hold anything out on _you_, do you? Sure, he gave it to me!” He tossed the paper across the table toward her. ”Help yourself! All you've got to do is ask for anything _I've_ got, and it's yours. You're as welcome as the suns.h.i.+ne to it.”

She studied it for an instant calmly. Billy Kane, watching her narrowly, frowned slightly in a puzzled way. She appeared to be neither agitated nor confused. She raised her eyes to his, a glint half of mockery, half of menace, in their brown depths.

”Did you think I did not know it was in cipher?” she inquired coldly.

”You would hardly have been so obliging otherwise, would you? It is always in cipher under these circ.u.mstances, isn't it? Well, what is the translation?”

”Red Vallon didn't tell me,” said Billy Kane complacently.

”Quite probably not!” she countered sharply. ”It was hardly necessary, was it? But since you have decoded it yourself?”

Billy Kane shrugged his shoulders.