For perhaps ten minutes things went on this way.
Then the light suddenly vanished.
A minute later Joe Leslie came out.
Darrell listened intently to see if he spoke to any one at the door but a wagon rattling by prevented his making sure.
Then Joe descended the steps and set briskly off for the elevated station.
The detective did not follow him.
He desired to do a little work around that region, and knew Joe was bound for home.
The house seemed to be dark and deserted, but others were in the same condition, the shades being drawn and shutters closed.
New York people, many of them, act as though their houses were meant to be dungeons, being hermetically sealed to shut out the light.
Darrell surveyed the building a few minutes, crossed over, looked at it more closely, started up the steps, then shook his head negatively.