cause he thought Carter had his eyes on Jane. Speedy now stepped decisively forward.
"Give me that vibrator," he said rudely. "I always do that for Pop."
Carter looked at him sharply, then smiled and with a shrug handed over the instrument to him. Carter arose and started a conversation with Jane while Speedy took up the task of passing the soothing electricity over Pop's wounds.
"Now tell me exactly what happened," Speedy urged Pop. "It don't seem natural that a thug should attack you. You haven't an enemy in the world—unless you've developed them lately." He cast a significent look over toward Carter, but the latter's back was turned as he talked earnestly to Jane. Speedy wondered what she could see in this fellow, why she didn't order him to leave.
He turned abruptly to Pop. "What did this thug fellow look like?" he asked.
King Tut sat at Speedy's feet, his shrewd gray little head cocked on one side in the air as if he too wanted to hear the story.
