It was about Helen.
In the dead of night, not long after that, Helen was brought up from the damp and noisome place.
Some clothing was flung to her, which she was compelled to attire herself in while guarded by Mrs. McGinnis.
After being led several blocks away she was forced to enter a carriage, which was then rapidly driven away.
"Where am I being taken to?" asked Helen, in a tone that trembled as much as her body.
She felt that there were greater dangers to dread in this midnight ride than if she had remained in the cellar.
McGinnis only laughed delightedly for reply.
"I demand of you to tell me where I am being taken," and the girl spoke now more firmly.
"I'll tell you—ha-ha-ha! let me whisper," and bending forward the villain whispered a few words into her ear—words that caused the color to desert her face, that caused her to clasp her hands together, and to sink moaning into her corner of the conveyance.