That was not in her line.
The word peevish would pretty well describe the condition of Mrs.
Alstine, who had a chronic ailment that prevented her enjoying the
hospitality of friends.
Two days passed with no solution of the mystery.
And during the time August Bordine did not come to the Alstine house. For
this there was good reason. He was not yet able to move about comfortably
on account of his hurt. He read of the burglary in the morning paper, and
wondered if the police would prove any more successful in capturing the
burglars than they had in elucidating the Ridgewood murder mystery.
After the passage of twenty-four hours the young engineer became not a
little anxious with regard to Silas Keene.
The detective had promised to report before now, his visit to the saloon
and interview Perry Jounce, the tramp.
"Why did he not come?"
"I can't stand this much longer," murmured August, as he sat still under
the burden of pain, waiting for some news from Keene.
Rose Alstine was not a strong-minded female, yet she possessed a will of
her own, and once she set her mind on an object she was destined to
obtain it or make a desperate effort at least.
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