Nothing was lacking.
Good heavens! even the names were almost alike—Leslie and Lester.
He was horrified—dazed—dumfounded.
Then his teeth came together with a snap, and he swore he would solve this mystery—the man might be living two lives—others had done it before—perhaps many in New York are doing it to-day.
In his time Darrell had met with just such cases as this, and he believed his experience justified him in solving the puzzle.
So her husband was in California.
It was a likely story.
California must be very near by if he could drop in six times a week.
He passed the house again and found that there were still no signs of light.
Evidently those who lived there, perhaps enjoying the luxuries of the season, knew how to hide their light under a bushel.