"I found," he said when he was sure that we were alone, "that the
feed wire of the arc light that burns all the time in that main
room over there in the place on Forty-seventh Street--you recall
it?--runs in through the back of the house."
He was examining two wires which, from his manner, I inferred were
attached to this feed wire, leading to it from the room in which
we now were. What the purpose of the connection was I had no idea.
Perhaps, I thought, it was designed to get new evidence against
the place, though I could not guess how it was to be done. So far,
except for what we had seen on our one visit, there had appeared
to be no real evidence against the place, except, possibly, that
which had died with the unfortunate Rena Taylor.
"What's that?" I asked, as Garrick produced a package from a
closet where he had left it, earlier in the day.
I saw, after he had unwrapped it, that it was a very powerful
microphone and a couple of storage cells. He attached it to the
wire leading out to the electric light feed wire.
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