"
I began to understand his scheme.
"Those square holes in the face of it are just like the other
instrument we used," Garrick went on. "They act like little
megaphones to that receiver inside, you know,--magnify the sound
and throw it out so that we can listen up here just as well,
perhaps better than if we were down there in the room with them."
They were down there in the back room, Lucille and a man.
"Have you heard from her?" asked the man's voice, one that I did
not recognise.
"Non,--but she will come. Voila, but she thought the world of her
Lucille, she did. She will come."
"How do you know?"
"Because--I know."
"Oh, you women!"
"Oh, you men!"
It was evident that the two had a certain regard for each other, a
sort of wild, animal affection, above, below, beyond, without the
law. They seemed at least to understand each other.
Who the man was I could not guess. It was a voice that sounded
familiar, yet I could not place it.
"She will come to see her Lucille," repeated the woman.
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