“He said I must come up and meet you sometime—whatever this may turn out, Mrs. Leslie, I know Joe fairly worships you—never doubt that fact. Some things seem hard to put together, but when the truth shines upon them they will be found very simple.”
“Like Columbus and the egg, for example.”
“Yes, indeed. Now, if at any time you and I should meet in Joe’s presence, don’t forget to treat me as a stranger.”
“I will not.”
“Then I shall say good evening, and as a last word, advise you to leave this to me.”
“I shall, Mr. Darrell.”
She flitted up the station stairs and Darrell, with a long sigh, turned down the street again.
Somehow the pretty wife of his friend quite fascinated him, and he found himself wishing the sister would be like her.
Walking down the street, he soon reached his old stamping ground.
The light burned in the second story room and he believed Joe had not left the house.