morning it was missing. And your grandfather is quite safe. You needn't worry about him."
With unexpected vehemence Jane seized his hand and flung it from her shoulder.
"You're lying again!" she cried. "You can't fool me any more. I've been up to the Inter-City office and discovered everything. And I'm going right back there now and find out the rest from President Donaldson himself. I'm going to tell him just what you've been doing up here."
This was too much for Carter. He could not see his plans go glimmering at the last minute at any cost.
"Is that so?" he said in a steely hard voice.
Suddenly he reached down, swung her off her feet and clapped one hand over her mouth so that she could not make outcry. The unexpectedness of his violence prevented any defense she might have made. Nevertheless she now kicked and struggled with all her might. But she was no match for the lithe, uncannily strong Carter. He bore her easily down the hall and into his own room at the end of the hall, kicking the door open to gain admission. Straight to the closet in the corner he carried her, dumped her down on the floor of the closet and slammed the door in her face. He locked the door quickly and securely and put the key into his pocket.
Jane screamed and pounded upon the door. But the Dillon house was of the old-fashioned, sturdily built type and the door was thick and strong. Even in the bedroom there her cries came muffled to
