“Heavens! no. That house is an eyesore to me. The neighborhood is not a good one and I will only let it to decent tenants. No, Lillian will never know I own a house there.”
Darrell was satisfied.
He had made his point.
Soon after Joe bade him good evening, and hurried away.
It was not far from five o’clock.
Darrell snatched a disguise from a hook and changed his appearance in one minute.
All he wanted was to effect such a change that Joe might not recognize him.
Then he left the office and bolted down stairs after his friend.
Joe was discovered in the crowd, making his way toward the elevated station, and knowing his destination Darrell arrived there first.
They got in the same car.