The showman leaned back and watched his former car manager
hurriedly pack his belongings into a suitcase.

"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?"

"On the contrary," replied Billy promptly, "I am tickled