"Here, try it yourself," he added, taking the headgear off and
handing the receivers to me.
I put the black discs at my ears, with the little round holes over
the ear openings. It was marvellous. I could hear the men washing
down one of the cars, the swash of water, and, best of all, the
low-toned, gruff gossip.
"Just a couple of the men there, now," explained Garrick. "I
gather that they are talking about what happened last night. I
heard one of them say that someone they call 'the Chief' was there
last night and that another man, 'the Boss,' gave him orders to
tell no one outside about it. I suppose the Chief is our friend
with the stupefying gun. The Boss must be the fellow who runs the
garage. What are they saying now? They were grumbling about their
work when I handed the thing over to you."
I listened, fascinated by the marvel of the thing. I could hear
perfectly, although the men must have been in the front of the
garage.
"Well, there's two of them yer won't haveter wash no more," one
man was saying.
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