"
We could hear the Boss poking around in corners, back of the piles
of accessories, back of the gasoline tank, lifting things up and
looking under them, apparently flashing his light everywhere so
that nothing could escape him.
A hasty exclamation was recorded faithfully over our detectaphone,
close to the transmitter, evidently.
"What the deuce is this?" growled a voice.
Then over the telephone we could hear the Boss talking.
"There's a round black thing back of a pile of tires, with a wire
connected to it. One side of it is full of little round holes. Is
that one of those things?"
"Yes," came back the voice, "that's it." Then excitedly, "Smash
it! Cut the wires--no, wait--look and see where they run. I
thought you'd find something. Curse me for a fool for not thinking
of that before."
Garrick had quickly himself detached the wire from the receiving
instrument in our room and, sticking his head cautiously out of
the window, he swung the cut ends as far as he could in the
direction of a big iron-shuttered warehouse down the street in the
opposite direction from us.
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