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We have nothing to say. My dear Bill, we begin, it seems a long time since we heard from you. Why don't you write? We still love you, in spite of all your shortcomings. That doesn't seem very cordial. We muse over the pen and nothing comes. Bursting with affection, we are unable to say a word. Just then the phone rings. "Hello?" we say. It is Bill, come to town unexpectedly.
The girl longed for him with a new and desperate longing. The Dietz answered quickly. Mr. Justin O'Reilly was still staying in the hotel, but he had gone out. Tears started to Clo's eyes. She was trapped now, and must summon Beverley to get the pearls. She had not the Sands' 'phone number, and must ask Central to call the Park Avenue apartment. When she had done this, silence fell.
"Say," remarked Julius suddenly, "there's Tuppence's bright boy. I guess I'd better go down and ease his young mind. That's some lad, Tuppence." "How did you get in, by the way?" asked Tuppence suddenly. "I forgot to ask." "Well, Albert got me on the phone all right. I ran round for Sir James here, and we came right on.
And she had disclaimed and buried the incident with a decisive untruth. Here were two young people with fancy enough to distinguish a game from its reality who by the very casualness with which they met and passed on would proclaim themselves unharmed. Having decided this he went to the phone and called up the Plaza Hotel. Gloria was out.
"In the garden, Maud, it is," says I, and with that I slides back to the front entrance and gets Marie to lead me to the 'phone booth. Well, I'd got the joint all sized up now. It's one of these swell boardin' schools for girls, where they take piano lessons and are exposed to French and the German measles.
"Sign that up, my personal order, and see it's transmitted to everybody down to and including Sector Regional Subchief level," he finished, then hung up the phone and turned to them. "Sorry about this," he said. "Sit down, if you please. Cigarettes?"
"That'd be a thousand and fifty you had given me, wouldn't it?" returned Lindsay gayly. Tears of vexation stood in Bromfield's eyes. "All right. Let me go. I'll be fair to Whitford and arrange a deal with him." "Get the stockholders who're with you on the 'phone and tell 'em to vote their stock as Whitford thinks best. Get Whitford and tell him the fight's off." "If I do, will you let me go?"
The afternoon seemed interminable. When at last she could bear the inaction no longer, she rose, put on her hat, and started down the stairs. As she reached the hall, one of the attendants came up to her. "Someone wishes to speak to you at the telephone, Miss Ellicott," the woman said. Grace hurried to the 'phone, which was placed in a small recess half-way down the hall.
They went out sidling, and left the rooms in quiet. Then Billy took up the phone. "Pete Glass is dead," he was saying a moment later to the owner of the general merchandise store at St. Vincent. "Barry came in this morning and shot him. The boys have run him east to the Morgan Hills. Johnny, listen hard and shut up. You got half an hour to turn out every man in your town.
Barby reached up and seemed to pat her hair slightly. "I forgot," she admitted. "Now it's off." Rick looked at Jan. "Could you hear me through Barby's phone while I was talking?" Jan shook her head. "No, I couldn't. I was listening, too. These are wonderful, Rick." He smiled his thanks. "One interesting thing, though. I should have known, but it didn't occur to me. The receivers are directional."
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