Carter's ears. He grinned with satisfaction. There was not a chance that the people in the neighboring houses would hear her.
Well, she was getting what she deserved. He did not intend to allow any one to interfere with him at this late date. Jane, at liberty, would be very dangerous, with the knowledge she now possessed. He must keep her hidden and in captivity at least until four o'clock. He would return at that time to deal with her. She was such a pretty, attractive little thing. Perhaps when he told her of the money he would make that day, that was even now as good as in his pocket, she might not be as angry at him as she at the moment thought herself. Such was Carter's excellent opinion of his personal charm and of the lure which a full purse held out to feminine eyes.
He walked out of the house, completely satisfied with his strategy, and away from De Lacey Street by a devious route toward the shack of the Callahans. He wanted to check up with Callahan and Joe on the day's success.
De Lacey Street was discouraged. Johnny Burke reported that no word of the car had come to his ears. The searching parties straggled in with reports of failure. Speedy had apparently been swallowed up in the teeming welter of New York City and had not yet worked his way back. Pop Dillon had been missing for days. The outlook was bad, the neighbors agreed, for the Crosstown Railways, and villainy was apparently triumphant.
About four o'clock in the afternoon, Steven
