"Now, tell me everything bearing on the case," said the detective.
Uncle Ben did so, and when dashing Jack heard the story of Ivan Belmont and the diamonds, he started up excitedly.
"That's your man!" he exclaimed. "Poor little Miss Carew! things look dark for her. That miscreant has doubtless made way with his step-sister, rather than restore the diamonds or their value."
Uncle Ben fell back, white and trembling.
"Kathleen murdered! Oh, God! do not hint at anything so horrible!" he gasped. "You must search for her everywhere. It may be he has only made her a prisoner."
[CHAPTER LIII.]
"OH, SIR, HAVE PITY ON ME!" PRAYED DAISY LYNN.
Misery! we have known each other
Like a sister and a brother,
Dwelling in the same lone home
Many years . . . . . . . .
Shelley.
It seemed almost as if there was a fate in it that poor Daisy Lynn, whose life-path had so strangely crossed Kathleen's, should again become a figure on the scene of her destiny.