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"Central's" hands are both free, and by long practice and close attention she is able to make and break connections with marvellous rapidity, it being quite an ordinary thing for an operator in a busy section to make ten connections a minute, while in an emergency this rate is greatly increased. Each dot on the face of the blackboard is a subscriber's connection.
That was at the Albany station, and with the New York Central's employees. It was necessary to put my stretcher with me on it into the baggage car. I was set down by the side of the car, asking that it be done. By the treatment I got from the men in charge, one would take them to be a gang of copperheads.
"He did, and you refused." "But how could I tell, Sylvia, that you were his daughter, and that I should " "Hush! Central will hear!" "Central's got other things to do, besides listening to early morning confabulations. I love you." "Dan...." "Yes?" "I love to hear you say so, dear." "Please say that last word over again. I didn't get it." "Dear...." "And that means that you'll marry me?" A pause.
Duncan had been president, and Hilary Vane had fought the Central's battles with such telling effect that when it was merged into the one Imperial Railroad, its stockholders to the admiration of financiers were guaranteed ten per cent. It was, indeed, rumoured that Hilary drew the Act of Consolidation itself.
Duncan had been president, and Hilary Vane had fought the Central's battles with such telling effect that when it was merged into the one Imperial Railroad, its stockholders to the admiration of financiers were guaranteed ten per cent. It was, indeed, rumoured that Hilary drew the Act of Consolidation itself.
There was a slight pause; a buzz; the voice of the switchboard operator below stairs repeating the number to Central; Central's appropriately mechanical reiteration; another buzz; a silence; a prolonged buzz; and again the sounding silence.... "Hello!" he said softly into the transmitter, at a venture. No answer. "Hello!" Then Central, irritably: "Go ahead. You've got your party." "Hello, hello!"
If only she might get Maitland, tell him where the jewels were hidden, warn him to remove them then she could escape further suffering by open confession.. "What number?" came Central's languid query, after a space. "Did you say Nine-ought-nine-eight?" "No, no, Central. Nine-o-eight-nine Madison, please, and hurry hurry!" "Ah, I'm ringin' 'em. They ain't answered yet.
"Of course we will go and look, but who is it, and why " I was cut off there, definitely, and I could not get "central's" attention again. Willie's voice from the veranda boomed through the lower floor. "This is I," he called, "No boiling water, please. I am coming in." He went into the library and lighted a lamp. He was smiling when I entered, a reassuring smile, but rather a sheepish one, too.
It is true. Some one at the other end of the line was struggling for breath. Then there was complete silence. I realized, after a moment, that the circuit had been stealthily cut, and that my conviction was verified by Central's demand, a moment later, of what number I wanted. I was, at first, unable to answer her. When I did speak, my voice was shaken.
Was it possible, he was thinking, that the charming woman before him exercising so cleverly all the arts of society, as if born to the purple, and the light-headed, frivolous, little wife of the Central's engineer were one and the same person? The metamorphosis seemed incredible.
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