"Good," said Speedy. "You have a good sleep and don't worry a bit. I'll walk down there with you."
He left her at the Ryans' door, after being told by Mrs. Ryan that Danny had 'phoned he was taking a party to Greenwich and wouldn't be home until late. Speedy had wanted to talk things over with Dan, a wise counsellor.
"One more thing before I leave," he told Jane. "What's Pop's address in Connecticut?" She gave it to him—Spring Lake Sanitarium.
"Oh, Harold, is it going to be dangerous tomorrow? Is something terrible going to happen? I feel it is!" she cried.
"No, no. Don't think about it a bit," he laughed.
The Ryans had gone back into the house after opening the door for her. Jane suddenly reached up, threw her arms around Harold's neck and kissed him! Before he could do anything about it, she had fled back into the house and slammed the door shut. He looked at the door, as if expecting it to open again. A wistful smile flitted across his sensitive young face. He put his fingers tentatively to the mouth that her sweet lips had just touched. He felt all warm inside. He was quite sure now that she loved and trusted him. It gave him the strength and confidence of a lion. Throwing out his chest, he stuck his hands in his pocket and walked quickly toward Broadway.
A brisk fifteen-minute journey brought him to his destination, the nearest telegraph office. He wrote a wire to Pop Dillon, at Spring Lake, Connecticut:
