He kept it in mind.
Other threads must now be taken up in turn, until the main current was reached which would sweep him on to the sea.
He put away the document just received from Mrs. Leslie.
While still looking at the other, some one sat down beside him.
Darrell’s thoughts were fixed upon the subject which occupied his attention, and he did not even know there was some one in the next seat until a hand clutched his arm.
“Where did you get that paper?” said a hoarse voice close by his ear.
Turning his head at this he was surprised to see Paul Prescott beside him.
Fortune plays some queer tricks at times, and this was one of them.
What an odd chance that this man, of all in the great city, should sit down in the same car, at the very moment Darrell had that fatal paper in his hand.
The circumstances were indeed so singular that Eric could not but start; but his excellent control over his nerves stood him in good stead again.