When this had been done Darrell walked up the avenue, and soon came to the corner where, as he expected, he found the vehicle.
Prescott was not in sight.
Some two hours must elapse before the time arranged would pass.
The driver had also vanished, no doubt being in a liquor store near by, where he could wet his whistle, lounge at his ease and watch his team at the same time.
His horses would have a good chance to rest before they were needed again, and this was probably one reason why the artist had him on hand at such an early hour.
When young Lochinvar carried off his bride he managed to have a good steed, knowing that everything depended on the swiftness of his flight, as pursuit would be sudden and furious.
So Paul Prescott, with an eye to possible emergencies, had chosen a vehicle that was drawn by a good team of animals.
He showed his wisdom here.
In case of pursuit it might be his salvation.
When the detective sauntered past the house upon which his interest was centered he saw that it was lighted up.