"But you
must not be seen."
"No--by no means."
The voice of the man was not that of a foreigner.
"Here, Lucille, take this. Only get her interested--I will do the
rest--and the money is yours. See--you crush it in the
handkerchief--so. Be careful--you WILL crush it before you want to
use it. There. Under her nose, you know. I shall be there in a
moment and finish the work. That is all you need do--with the
handkerchief."
Garrick made a motion, as if to turn a switch in the little
vocaphone, and rested his finger on it.
"I could make those two jump out of the window with fright and
surprise," he said to me, still fingering the switch impatiently.
"You see, it works the other way, too, as I told you, if I choose
to throw this switch. Suppose I should shout out, and they should
hear, apparently coming from the fireplace, 'You are discovered.
Thank you for telling me all your plans, but I am prepared for
them already.' What do you suppose they would--"
Garrick stopped short.
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