It was enough.
He felt down-spirited.
In so far as he could see ahead, the case was a settled one—Joe Leslie was guilty.
He seemed to feel it as keenly as though it were a brother of his.
Poor Lillian! that it should come to this in one short year.
It would have seemed incredible, but he was used to meeting with strange things, and being of a philosophical train of mind could take things pretty much as they came.
So Darrell turned homeward.
There was nothing more to be done that night.
He remembered that on the morning he had engaged to watch the house in which the Leslies lived.
That strange man would come and must be tracked to discover his identity.