"When?"
"To-day. But my brother is away."
"Can't you get it?"
"Perhaps I can," replied Deb, hesitatingly. "I'll try, anyway. Will you wait till I come back?"
"Certainly," replied the constable, and he took a chair, and began to read the morning paper that he had brought with him.
While Deb was getting ready for her urgent errand, there was a noise outside, and Mr. Benton himself appeared.
"Where is your brother?" he demanded, without any preliminary salutation.
"I don't know, sir," replied the girl, her breath almost taken away by the suddenness of the question.
"They told me he was missing," continued the speculator. "I suppose that you have the model safe?"
"No, sir. It was stolen last evening."