"Why did he not come?"
"I can't stand this much longer," murmured August, as he sat still under the burden of pain, waiting for some news from Keene.
Rose Alstine was not a strong-minded female, yet she possessed a will of her own, and once she set her mind on an object she was destined to obtain it or make a desperate effort at least.
A sudden resolve entered her mind to visit the home of August Bordine and consult with him on the mysterious burglary.
No sooner thought of than the impetuous girl proceeded to carry it into effect. She took a street car to the suburbs, and then, with directions from the driver, set out to find the house of Mr. Bordine, which she had never visited.
These were among dwellings in Grandon similar to the one occupied by
August Bordine and his mother.
In a little time the girl came to a halt in front of a cottage.
"This must be the place," thought Rose, opening the gate.
She went to the front door and rung the bell. No answer was vouchsafed, and concluding that no one was at home, Rose turned to retrace her steps, when she espied a summer-house at a little distance, from which the murmur of voices proceeded.
The house was almost hidden by dense foliage.