young whippersnapper Swift were apparently both out of the way.
When they arrived at her home, he courteously helped her out and paid the driver.
"I hope you'll forgive my—er—impulsiveness," he asked her with imploring eyes.
She flushed and laughed. "You shouldn't say the nice things to me that you say to your fine ladies," she said. "Because I might believe you."
"But I meant them," he urged.
She changed the subject. "You'll be sure and send a driver for the car the first thing in the morning?" she asked. "Granddad wouldn't have an easy second if he knew there was a chance the car wouldn't take its regular trips tomorrow."
"I'll send him," Carter promised. "I'll telephone right away and verify his coming. Don't you worry. Leave it to me."
He shook hands and left her at her door.
As he had promised, he telephoned from the nearest point, the booth at the corner. But the call was directed to Puggy Callahan.
"Everything's all set," he told the redoubtable Puggy. "That car won't go out tomorrow. The only chance of anything going wrong is for this young Swift to get gay. And that's up to you. If I need you to take care of him, I'll give you a ring tonight or first thing in the morning."
"O.K., boss," came the guttural tones of Puggy.
Carter walked out of the booth very much pleased with himself and gave the gum-chewing miss in the drug store a flirtatious smile as he purchased from
