apologetically. "Let me get up. Of course I can stand." And he did.
"Jake Pope drove your car back to the barn," said Chris.
"What for?" asked Pop. "I can drive her. I got a day's work ahead of me."
A tall, dark man pressed forward through the ring of people to Pop's side. It was Steven Carter. The De Lacey Streeters looked curiously at him. He was the man of mystery who had come to board with the Dillons. He must be all right if the Dillons had taken him in, though he didn't look as if he fitted in the neighborhood.
"Won't you come with me, Mr. Dillon?" Carter asked in his velvety tone. "I've a taxi waiting outside with my doctor friend in it."
"Yes, do go, granddad," urged Jane.
Pop really still felt rather weak and, despite his stubborn declaration that he was going back to the car, he allowed himself to be persuaded to seek the taxi instead. There Carter introduced Jane and her grandfather to the portly, smooth-shaven man who was sitting in the tonneau of the car smoking a cigarette in an ivory holder with an air of sangfroid. He had a little medicine case with him. His name, according to Carter, was "Dr. Mason."
When they reached the Dillon home, it took the combined efforts of Jane, Carter and the doctor to induce Pop to lie on the divan while Dr. Mason conducted an examination of him. Mason produced stethoscope, mouth sticks, blood pressure hose and
