Evidently in their haste they had not had time to cut the wires or
to spread the news, yet, of the raid. Someone who knew nothing of
what had happened was calling up.
Garrick quickly unhooked the receiver, with a hasty motion to us
to remain silent.
"Hello," we heard him answer. "Yes, this is it. Who is this?"
He had disguised his voice. We waited anxiously and watched his
face to gather what response he received.
"The deuce!" he exclaimed, with his hand over the transmitter so
that his voice would not be heard at the other end.
"What's the matter?" I asked eagerly.
"Whoever he was," replied Garrick, "he was too keen for me. He
caught on. There must have been some password or form that they
used which we don't know, for he hung up the receiver almost as
soon as he heard me."
Garrick waited a minute or two. Then he whistled into, the
transmitter. It was done apparently to see whether there was
anyone listening. But there was no answer. The man was gone.
"Operator, operator!" Guy was calling, insistently moving the hook
up and down rapidly.
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