A colored man answered it.
“1 wish to see Mr. Leslie on important business. Take my card to him.”
The man knew his business, closed the door and went away with the card.
One, two minutes passed.
Then Eric heard footsteps within.
The door opened.
There could be no mistaking that figure—it was Joe who stood there.
Eric’s eyes sought his face instantly—he saw a look of mute pain there which told him better than words that Joe did not yet know the truth.
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
At sight of his friend Joe held out his hand warmly.