"
"Well?"
"I aint a-goin' to tell you, _Sile Keene!_"
The tramp came to his feet and bent threateningly across the table.
"Ha! you know me?"
The detective whipped out his revolver.
"Too late, pardner!"
There was a horrible grin on the face of Perry Jounce. On the instant an
object shot from above full upon the head of Keene, and he sank lifeless
to his chair!
CHAPTER XII.
A YOUNG GIRL'S DISMAY.
Robbed of her precious jewels!
No wonder Rose Alstine was dismayed.
How had the robber gained entrance to her room?
An examination of the windows, in fact all openings to the house, proved
them intact, and yet the fact remained that the robbery had been
committed.
Miss Alstine sent word to the chief of police, who came at once, looked
over the premises, and promised to use every effort to discover the
burglar.
Rose never once thought of her lover in connection with such a crime.
It was Miss Williamson who first called her attention to her visitor.
"There's no telling what men will do, cousin Rose.
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