She put the money in her pocket, and hurried from the place.
"Abraham! Abraham!" cried the old man, excitedly, as soon as the street door had closed upon her, "our fortune is made! This necklace is worth at least a cool seventy-five thousand if it's worth a penny, and we have got it in our possession for a paltry thousand dollars!"
"I knew the diamonds were very fine, and worth a fortune," replied the young man; "but I did not know they were worth as much as that. What do you intend to do with them, father? You will have to give them up to her if she claims them."
"Do you think I'm a fool!" exclaimed the elder man, angrily. "She'll never lay eyes on those stones. Depend on that!"
[CHAPTER LII.]
Ida hurried back to the depot, purchased her ticket, and boarded the train for home.
She had scarcely stepped from the ticket-agent's window, ere the policeman who had directed her to the pawn-shop accosted the agent.
"Where did that veiled woman buy her ticket for? What is her destination?" he whispered.
He told him, and the officer jotted down the name of the station in his note-book.