side and west side surface lines of the company by a net work of crosstown spurs.
Jane's suspicions were aroused at once. Might not De Lacey Street, with the tracks of her grandfather's line already there and a franchise already in operation, be a very valuable plum for the Inter-City? She was sure now that this was the motive behind Carter's initial offer for the franchise and his subsequent activities. She began to wish that she had waited for President Donaldson after all, to confront him with this knowledge. Well, she would have her lunch and then go right back down to the Inter-City offices. If she could only find Steven Carter to fling his treachery into his face!
Strangely enough, when Jane reached home, Carter was the very person whom she unexpectedly encountered.
That suave individual was in the Dillon living toom talking over the telephone. Jane had opened the front door softly and walked down the hall with her usual light tread. Carter was quite unaware of her presence. Startled for an instant at the sound of this unexpected voice, Jane quickly recognized its owner and, with a sudden flash of caution, stopped outside in the hall out of Carter's sight to listen in on the conversation.
"Good work, Joe," Carter was praising somebody over the wire. "I guess that will hold them for a while. They'll never locate the car up there. Nobody but rats has been near the place for years. Now, what you fellows want to do is to keep a sharp lookout for this smart young Swift fellow
