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146 THE KEY TO IVAN’S PRISON. ‘“‘T’ll accept no responsibility for what you may have done,’’ returned Vargovitch, ‘‘I will neither harbor you nor inform upon you.”’ ‘‘I do not ask the one, and I know you would not do the other. I shall remain but a short time. Come! will you take my business and dispose of it for me?”’ ‘‘Money cannot be raised among our people to-night. ”’ “T know it, but you can send me some when you haye collected. Let me sit down and write a moment.”’ Vargovitch silently placed writing materials before him, and Litizki wrote rapidly. When he had done, he handed the paper to his friend. It was a surrender of all his business property to Vargovitch, as complete a bill om sale as he could draw. ‘Take it or destroy it,’’ said Litizki; ‘‘I go now, and b and by I shall send you my address. If you have acceptec the trust I impose upon you, you will send me money; if not—"’ The tailor shrugged his shoulders and went to the door. ‘‘Itis the last time you look upon me, Vargo- vitch,’’ he concluded. ) ‘Tt is a wild scheme,’’ mutterd Vargovitch, looking ¢ the document, “but we will see.’’ The noise of the door closing aroused him. Litizki t left the room. On the street Litizki again had to struggle against € fear that his crime excited. All through the long night it came to him at irregular intervals, and he vibrated t 3- tween an exaltation when he regarded himself as a hero. and abject cowardice when the rustling of a leaf made his very soul shiver. On this occasion, that is, after leay- ing Vargovitch, he staggered through unfamiliar streets and alleys, hoping that no friend would see him, and ¢ length during a period of self-possession, he crossed ferry to East Boston. There he took a room in an emi. grant’s hotel near the Cunard steamship dock. He knew that some boat of this line would depart on the morrow, the regular sailing day, and he had resolved to take pas sage in it. Eomicbooks.com