Taking the old woman's knitting needle she carefully pryed out one of the diamonds from her ring, and putting it with the note into Haidee's hand bade her hasten.
"It is a long way from here. It will take me several hours to go," was the answer.
"I shall count the minutes till you return," said Lily. "God bless you, Haidee, for your goodness to me at this trying time."
The old woman chuckled as she went out, and locked the door after her. At the foot of the stairs she paused and carefully reread the superscription of the letter.
"Number 1800 Fifth avenue," said she, gloatingly. "Ah! the outside of this letter is all I want to see."
She hobbled into her room, set her old man on guard to watch her prisoner, and blithely wended her way cityward.
[CHAPTER VI.]
"Mrs. Vance, there is an old woman down-stairs says she has brought the laces you wished to see," said a trim little serving maid at Mrs. Vance's door.
Mrs. Vance looked up impatiently from her book.