Instead of Jane greeting him at the door of the Dillon flat this time, it was Pop Dillon himself.
"I'm the new boarder—Steven Carter," said the confidential agent.
"Jane's been telling me about you," said Pop looking him up and down. "Come in. I guess you know where your room is."
As soon as Carter had disappeared into his room, Jane, an apron tucked around her slender form, hurried in from the kitchen and, bright eyed and anxious, asked Pop, "How do you like him, granddad?"
Pop, who had in the meantime shed his coat and abandoned his shoes in favor of carpet slippers, shook his gray head slightly, "Well, you can't go much on first appearances. But, tell the truth, Janie, I don't get what a swell looking young man like that is renting a room from us for. Looks funny. And those sharp black eyes of his—they ain't missing much. However—we'll see—we'll see. Is Speedy coming over after supper?"
"I'm sure I don't know, granddad," replied Jane rather primly. She was a little miffed because her new boarder had not scored a bigger hit. And lately she had been exhibiting a little shyness when questioned about the calls, past or potential, of Speedy Swift.
Hearing Carter coming up the hallway fon his room, Jane now fled back to the kitchen. The new boarder sank into a well-worn easy chair opposite his landlord and made a few perfunctory remarks about the weather. Pop dropped the evening paper
