CHAPTER XVIII.IN DURANCE VILE.
Ida was led a little distance from the neighborhood in her next call, and to a part of the city that differed in appearance from that in which, up to this hour, she had spent her time.
It was more sparsely settled, the houses further apart and the buildings larger.
As she reached the address of the person she was next to call on, she was met by a rather rough-looking young man, who asked her who she was looking for.
Ida did not like the looks of the fellow, and, as she answered, her hand stole to her pocket where her trusty revolver, which had served her well in the past, safely lay.
Having given the name of the person she wanted, the young tough told her to enter the hall door, climb the stairs and knock at the first door she came to.
She entered the h
