Carter impatiently, with an appealing glance at Jane to please stop this madman. "I'm not acquainted with anybody named Callahan."
"Oh, is that so?" nodded Speedy. "Well, you can tell your driver, Callahan or Al Murphy or whoever he is, that he needn't bother to report tomorrow. I'm going to run that car tomorrow and every day until Pop gets home. And I don't believe he'll be away very long at that."
Carter became visibly anxious for the first time since the argument started.
"I guess Miss Dillon will have something to say about that," he insisted. "She's in charge of the line while her grandfather's away. That's right, isn't it, Miss Dillon?"
Jane was frankly worried. Angry though she tried to be with Speedy for creating a scene, it gradually became impressed upon her that where there was so much smoke there must be fire. Speedy did not accuse people of things unless he had evidence. Usually very mild in temper, he did not become wrought up this way for nothing. However rattle-brained he was in some respects, he had always been on the level, a person you could trust. She had listened attentively to the conversation, watching Carter's face closely, and she had observed little things that made her wary of him. She began to think there was some truth in what Speedy was saying.
"Jane, you'll let me drive the car, won't you?" Speedy asked. "I lost my job on the taxi today. I'm out of work. I need something to do. And it's
