"I do not mean money. Listen, Miss Carew: You know Ivan Belmont?"
"Yes," with a contemptuous gesture.
"He is a friend of mine; and if he knew about my trouble he would try to help me, I think. Do you know where he is? Can you send word to him?"
"I do not know anything about his whereabouts."
"You must find out. You must tell him that I, Fedora, have sent you to him. Tell him I command him to come to me here. Return to me with a letter from Ivan Belmont, and you shall hear the truth about the diamonds. I swear it!"
They gazed at each other—Fedora flushed and eager, Kathleen excited, sorely tempted.
"What say you? Is my price too great?" demanded the prisoner.
"No," Kathleen replied. Turning to go, she said:
"I will surely find Ivan Belmont, and bring the letter."