"I'll get even with you for this," snarled Snowden as he walked from the car, slamming the door after him.
"And a good riddance!" muttered the showman rising. "This will be a good time for me to look over the books and find out what shape the car is in."
Mr. Sparling pressed an electric button, and Henry, the porter, responded to the summons.
"Has Mr. Forrest returned yet?"
"No, sir."
"Is Mr. Conley out there?"
"Yes, sir."
"Send him in."
Billy entered the stateroom, a broad smile on his face.
"Sit down, Billy. Well, our friend has gone. I suppose you are sorry?"