"You don't vas going there!" exclaimed the German woman.
"Yes, I am," declared the girl, resolutely, with a sudden, strong look in her beautiful eyes.
"But it vas a terrible bad blace," Mrs. Snitzer ventured to remark.
"I don't care," replied Deb. "I won't mind going where Jack is. I must see if I can't do something for him."
Deb ran up stairs. Her heart was full of fear, and beat wildly.
She exchanged her wrapper for a suitable dress, and arranged her hair. As she was adjusting her hat, there was a knock on the door, and thinking Mrs. Snitzer had come up, she bid the person enter.
"Ah, just in time, I see!" was the exclamation, made in Mr. Hammerby's voice.
Deb's face clouded even more than before.
"Oh, dear, you here?" she ejaculated in vexed tones.
"Yes; on hand, as I always am," replied the agent, removing his hat. "I suppose you are ready with the rent?"