But was it Lillian?
This thought kept crowding into his brain. He could not expel it.
After a little he became angry with himself for brooding over the matter so.
“Hang it, I can settle the matter easily,” he muttered, as he found himself at the foot of the stairs leading to the elevated station.
So up he ran.
It was not a great while later when he found himself walking along the street on which the Leslies lived.
He had never seen their house before, but having the number speedily found it.
Of course it was one of a row. How neat and clean everything looked up in this region when compared with the neighborhood of the Twenty-seventh Street house.
His sympathies naturally ran in favor of Lillian—he seemed to believe she was the more innocent of Joe’s dupes—provided the case was really as bad as it seemed.
Making sure he had the right number, as the houses were built pretty much alike, he ran up the steps and pulled the bell.