house. He looked in through the living-room door on his way down the hall.
"Just dropped in to get my things," he called cheerfully. "I'm spending the night uptown."
He reappeared a few minutes later with his suitcase and, entering the living room, set the bag down and took a chair opposite Jane.
"Miss Dillon," he said, "I want to apologize again for my action this afternoon. I was acad. Please forgive me and believe that I meant no harm."
"I've forgotten all about it," smiled Jane lightly but not quite truthfully. "There was nothing to forgive."
"I had hoped we would become very—er—good friends," Carter went on.
"I hope so," replied Jane. He looked so the figure of downcast contrition and apology that she was almost sorry for him.
It was this tête-à-tête that Speedy interrupted as he burst into the living room. He fairly glowered as he saw the pair together and seemingly on such good terms. Carter arose at once at the appearance of Speedy, quickly banishing an annoyed frown with a smile of artificial welcome.
"Where's Pop?" Speedy asked abruptly, ignoring the greetings of both Jane and Carter.
"Why, he went out of town this morning. He—" Jane started to explain.
"Did he make a run with the car today?" asked Speedy anxiously.
"Oh, yes. But the neighbors held a celebration for him and the excitement was too much. He
