When she hastened to answer the summons, she was met in the hall by two
men, both wearing the uniform of city police.
"Mercy on us! what do you want here?" cried the widow in startled tones.
"We are here on important business," said the fore most officer. "We come
to see your son."
"He is not at home."
"Permit _us_ to judge of that."
Pushing her aside, the two men went through the different rooms of the
little cottage, rummaging through everything, much to the dismay and
indignation of Mrs. Bordine.
They were dissatisfied with their search, and looked their anger as they
had confronted the widow after it was all over.
"Where is your son, Mrs. Bordine?"
"I--I'm sure I can't tell you."
"But you must tell."
"How can I tell when I don't know?"
"A likely story," sneered the officer.
"It is the truth, sir."
The officer went outside, leaving his companion within, with injunction
to keep a close watch on the woman.
There were two members of the force outside who had been watching the
front and rear of the house.
"Have you seen the young villain?"
"Haven't seen a live soul, sergeant.
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