But from the
receiver of the little optophone there seemed to issue the most
peculiar noise I had ever heard a mechanical instrument make.
It was like a hoarse rumbling cry, now soft and almost plaintive,
again louder and like a shriek of a damned soul in the fires of
the nether world. Then it died down, only to spring up again,
worse than before.
If I had been listening to real sounds instead of to light I
should have been convinced that the thing was recording a murder.
I described it as best I could. The fact was that the thing almost
frightened me by its weird novelty.
"Yes--yes," agreed Garrick, as the sensations I experienced seemed
to coincide with his own. "Exactly what I heard myself. I felt
sure that I could not be mistaken. Quick, Tom,--get central on
that wire!"
A moment later he seized the telephone from me. I had expected him
to summon the police to assist us in capturing two crooks who had,
perhaps, devised some odd and scientific method of blowing up a
safe.
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