"What is it, mother? Anything about Rupert?"
"Yes. Your poor brother has been run over by the cars and got his leg broken."
"Did you see him? Where is he?" asked Grace, anxiously.
"No. I couldn't find him. I went to where the note mentioned, but could not hear anything about him."
"Perhaps he was taken to some hospital."
"Yes, I didn't think of that. I am sure he will send me a message as soon as he gets a chance. I wish I knew where he is."
Mrs. Marlow was aware that the widow had returned, but hesitated about going upstairs. She was afraid some questions might be asked that would involve her in trouble. Besides, Mrs. Rollins might discover the loss of the purse, and the evidence of Grace might expose her to suspicion.
"Drat the child? I wish she hadn't waked up. Then I could deny that I had been in the room at all."
But Mrs. Rollins did not have occasion to go to the bureau. She was absorbed in thoughts of Rupert. She did not know what course to take to get further knowledge of him. It seemed hard, but she could think of nothing except to wait for some message from him.