this week, because there is a meeting of the Rapid Transit Committee at the City Hall Saturday morning and we must have a complete plan for the improvement and unification of our lines to present at that meeting. This is Tuesday. You have three days. Do you think you can do it?"
If Donaldson had been closely observing Steven Carter as he talked, he would have seen a rather sinister glint come into Carter's black eyes.
"Yes, I believe I can," Carter answered promptly. "May I have the check before I leave?"
"Drop into my office and I will have it made out for you," said Donaldson. He turned to the other directors. "Well, gentlemen, that about concludes our meeting, unless someone has other matters to be brought up for discussion." They had not. The meeting was adjourned.
As President Donaldson walked out of the door marked "Private" two men rushed at him like football tacklers. They were the two rivals from the news ticker agencies. President Donaldson smiled indulgently.
"No news at all, boys—nothing whatever," he said.
"What about your unification plan for the Transit Committee meeting Saturday?" asked the fat man.
"We may have something interesting to tell you then," admitted Donaldson. And he turned on his heel and disappeared back behind the door marked "Private."
Tess O'Malley chuckled. "All you boys' trouble for nothing," she jibed. "I told you there wouldn't
