“Oh, where is he? Let me speak to him!” begged Dorothy frantically, but the young Latin made a gesture eloquent of resignation.
“That feller seeck,” he said. “No come to work—must be seeck.”
“But tell me his address. I will go to him,” cried Dorothy in a fever of impatience.
Again the Italian shrugged resignedly.
“No can do that either,” he answered regretfully. “I don’ know where he live!”
CHAPTER XV
DISAPPOINTMENT
Dorothy felt for a moment in the intensity of her disappointment that she could have shaken the smiling Italian. He could look so smug, so resigned, in the face of her own awful anxiety!
This mood lasted for only a moment, however, for she remembered that the lad had at least tried to do her a favor. She even forced a smile to her lips as she thanked him for his meager information.
“Have you any idea when this friend of yours will be back?” she heard herself asking in an unnaturally calm tone.
Again the Italian shook his head helplessly, shrugged.