So Speedy related the progress of events since leaving her the previous evening. Nellie stood tolerantly by, waiting for the go-ahead signal.
"Then you really think Mr. Carter would do such a thing, that he's trying to get granddad's property away from him?" she asked almost incredibly when he had finished.
"I'm sure of it," said Speedy, "though I admit I can't prove it definitely yet. Oh, I know he's the kind of a fellow who appeals to the girls. He's well dressed and handsome and smooth tongued. But he's a bad one and I'll show the world so before I get through."
"Oh," cried Jane, "I wish granddad was back here. He'll be so angry that we didn't let him know. And I'm beginning to agree with you that Dr. Mason might have had some other motive than granddad's condition for sending him away. You don't suppose they've done anything awful to him up there in Connecticut, do you?"
"I don't think so," Speedy replied. "Carter is too foxy to do anything criminal. I believe he only wanted to get your grandfather out of New York for a few days so that he could prevent the car from running. I have a hunch he was to get hold of this franchise this week or not at all. The conversation I heard in the telephone booth up at the Yankee Stadium confirmed that.
"You know, I've got an idea some company wants to buy this franchise and Carter's trying to grab it and then sell it to them at a big profit. If we lick him, maybe this other company will appear and do
