What it was we shall not disclose just now, leaving that for the proper time.
At any rate it seemed to give poor Joe some satisfaction to think he was able to circumvent the villain who had destroyed his peace of mind.
“After all, it might be better for me to challenge that man, and kill him,” he said moodily.
“Yes, or leave Lillian a widow, at the mercy of any adventurer. Besides, in that way the whole dreadful story would get into the papers, and you could not live in New York even if that artist failed to murder you. No, you will find that the plan we have arranged is the best after all.”
“You are undoubtedly right, Eric—consider it settled, and prepare to carry it out. We will end this agony this night and that devil shall learn what he risks in attempting to steal another man’s treasure.”
“It shall be the effort of my life, Darrell, to succeed. Have no fears of me—my pride has been aroused. It is not the weak lover but the outraged husband who speaks now.”
CHAPTER XIX
THE TIME DRAWS NEAR
For once Joe Leslie was thoroughly aroused, and the detective knew he need have no fears of him again.
Whatever he was given to do he would carry out to the letter.