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THE WHITE MOLL
may her. In the secret hiding-place here in the garret, among those many other evidences of criminal activity, was the collection of skeleton keys, and She was moving swiftly around the attic now, physically as active as her thoughts.
It was not like that other night. There were few preparations to make. She had only to secure the keys and a flashlight, and to take with her the damp cloth that would remove the grime streaks from her face, and the box of composition that would enable her to replace them when she came back—and five minutes later she was on the street, making her way toward the lane, and, specifically, toward the deserted shed where she had hidden away her own clothing.
