“It's all right,” I answered. “I've seen Jason.”
“All right!” they both ejaculated at once.
“We win,” I said.
They stood gazing at me. Even Dickinson, who was rarely ruffled, seemed excited.
“Do you mean to say you've fixed it?” he demanded.
I nodded. They stared at me in amazement.
“How the deuce did you manage it?”
“We organize the Interurban Telephone Company, and bid for the franchise—that's all.”
“A dummy company!” cried Tallant. “Why, it's simple as ABC!”
Dickinson smiled. He was tremendously relieved, and showed it.