Throwing discretion to the winds, she now walked boldly into the living room and accosted him. He sprang to his feet from the chair in front of the telephone stand with unfeigned surprise. His usually smooth address deserted him. He suspected at once that she had overheard his incriminating talk over the wire. He narrowed his dark eyes and regarded her with frank hostility and menace.
"So," he said sharply, "you sneaked in here and spied on me. "Youve been listening out there."
"I guess I have the right to walk into my own house if I want to," replied Jane spiritedly. "Yes, I heard what you said. Speedy was right about you. You're working with the Inter-City crowd to cheat us out of our franchise. It was you who had my grandfather attacked. You sent that gang of hoodlums over here yesterday. And now you've stolen the car and hidden it. Oh, I was a fool to put any faith in you, even to defend you. You've been doing your underhanded work ever since the day you came here. You sent my grandfather away. Oh, what have you done to him! Where is he!"
Anger was strangely mixed with near-tears and her nerves seemed almost ready to snap under the tension. Carter decided to make one last try with cajolery. He summoned a pretended smile of sympathy to his face and patted her shoulder.
"There, there," he urged. "Don't get excited, Miss Dillon. Swift has been telling you more lies about me. I can explain that conversation I just had over the telephone. As a matter of fact, I've been hunting for the car ever since I learned this
