Poor fellow! how Eric pitied him, and in that moment, believing Lillian guilty, cursed the hour she ever crossed Joe’s path, to blight a life devoted to her.
Never mind—the end was not yet.
“Tell me what you have discovered, Eric,” said Leslie, throwing off the terrible feeling that almost overcame him.
“After you, my boy.”
“How do you know I have anything to tell?” in a surprised tone.
“Your looks give it away. Proceed.”
So, being encouraged to speak, Joe gave a brief account of the charming scene that had taken place in his home on the preceding night.
Eric was quite interested, and his reflections upon the little woman were flattering to her.
Then came the climax.
The note with the charred edge was produced, and submitted to examination.