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THE KEY TO IVAN’S PRISON. 143 CHAPTER XVIII. THE KEY TO IVAN’S PRISON. The train was proceeding at such comparatively slow speed that Litizki, though he had jumped blindly and though he fell full length on the ground, was not hurt. Be- fore the rear car had passed he was on his feet and mak-~* ing across the tracks. A fence too high for him to scale barred his progress, and he hurried in the direction of Roxbury, looking for some means of egress from the *“yard”’ through which the railroad ran. He found it at last, a narrow gate in the fence at the end of a short street. The gate was unlocked, and Litizki was soon upon Columbus Avenue. _ Until then he had been conscious of no especial emotion, and his course had been taken instinctively rather than with a definite purpose of effecting his escape; but instead of breathing free now that he was where for a time at least he could mingle with the passers unsuspected, a great fear came upon him. Throughout all the long jour- ney he had nursed his awful purpose calmly and stead- fs ply, never for an instant wavering; now he seemed still 9 feel the handle of the daggerin his palm, he saw the blade flash as he poised it over Poubalov’s heart, and he he ard again the loud gasp with which the spy fell under the blow. Litizki trembled. His throat was parched, his a kin hot, but dry as the dust on the pavement. He glanced a tively up and down the avenue, as if to see the police- an who would presently arrest him. “iti had paused, unable to walk without staggering, when he dropped so completely from heroism to trepida- tion. He grasped a trolley post for support and was dimly conscious that two or three girls who were passing laughed at him for being helplessly drunk. Half uncon- GOMIGooOo S (C(O L/L