"My heart is on fire! Oh, God, I can not bear this pain! Let me go out into the cold, dark streets and walk it off!" he muttered, restlessly, and hurried into his clothes. "I suppose I can easily slip out of this old, ramshackle house without arousing any one," he thought as he proceeded to open the door.
But he recoiled with a start, for the door was locked on the outside! He was a prisoner in this strange house!
[CHAPTER XLV.]
IVAN RECEIVES A CHECK IN HIS CAREER.
Full many a thankless son has been,
But never one like mine.
His meat was served on plates of gold,
His drink was rosy wine.
Thomas Hood.
When Kathleen and her uncle had left the house on Commonwealth Avenue, Mrs. Carew turned to Ivan with angry eyes.
"Is it true? Have you got that girl's diamonds?" she inquired.
"Of course he has. You can read it in his guilty face!" chimed in Alpine, contemptuously.
Ivan glared back at them with defiant eyes.