Mrs. Snitzer let her cry it out. Experience had taught her that it would do no good to check the flow of tears. She motioned her husband to leave, while she herself made preparations to stay all night.
As the hours wore on Deb for a while forgot the model in her anxiety concerning Jack's welfare. As long as she could remember, her brother had never remained away over night, and whether by premonition or otherwise, she was positive something dreadful had happened.
With the first break of day she was on the watch. She prepared no breakfast, nor did she touch that which the German woman generously offered.
Deb wandered up and down the street for two hours.
Still no Jack.
She visited the neighbors. Had this one seen him? No. Perhaps that one had? Not since yesterday morning.
Suddenly she grew very pale, and with faltering steps approached the jail.
The doorkeeper greeted her with evident surprise.
"What brings you here this morning?" he asked.
"My brother has been missing since last night," replied Deb, in a choking voice, "and I thought that perhaps you had--had locked him up again!"