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"The little box that hears and talks." "Can they hear us?" I asked, in an awestruck whisper. "Not unless I want them to hear," he replied, indicating a switch. "You remember, of course, the various mechanical and electrical ears, such as the detectaphone, which we have used for eavesdropping in other cases?" I nodded. "Well, this is a new application which has been made of the detectaphone.
"You see, Miss Ashton," explained Carton, "someone has placed a detectaphone in the private dining-room of Dorgan at Gastron's. I heard of it first through Mrs. Ogleby, who attended one of the dinners and was terribly afraid her name would be connected with them if the record should ever be published." "Mrs. Ogleby?" cried Miss Ashton quickly. "She at a dinner with Mr. Murtha?
Craig had dropped the two ear-pieces and was gazing intently at the Osram lamp in the ceiling. Was he, too, crazy? "Here, Mr. Brixton, take these two receivers of the detectaphone," said Kennedy. "Tell me whether you can recognise the voice." "Why, it's familiar," he remarked slowly. "I can't place it, but I've heard it before. Where is it? What is this thing, anyhow?"
Anyhow, we shall have to take a chance. It looks to me as if he were waiting for someone didn't it to you, Walter?" I nodded acquiescence. "He has wasted no time in getting down to work," put in Carton, who had been a silent spectator of the preparations of Kennedy. "What's that thing you put on the ledge up there a detectaphone?" Kennedy smiled.
Since the discovery of the detectaphone in his suite at Gastron's he had had his rooms thoroughly overhauled, lest by any chance there might be another of the magic little instruments concealed in the very walls, and having satisfied himself that there was not, he instituted a watch of private detectives to prevent a repetition of the unfortunate incident.
He looked about his rooms there, and, sure enough, they found the detectaphone concealed in the wall. I can't tell any more," she added, facing Carton and using her bewitching eyes to their best advantage. "I can't ask you to shield Mr. Dorgan and Mr. Murtha. They are your opponents. But I have done nothing to you, Mr. Carton. You must suppress that part of it about me. Why, it would ruin "
I began to feel that even if he had lost the detectaphone record, his was the nature to carry out the bluff of still having it, in much the same manner that he would have played the market on a shoestring or made the most of an unfilled four-card flush in a game of poker. Kennedy was far from being discouraged, however.
The next was a scene from a detective play, pure and simple, in which that marvellous little instrument which had served us in such good stead in this case was played up strongly, the detectaphone. Then followed a scene from another play in which a young girl was kidnapped and rescued by her lover just in the nick of time.
Kennedy answered the call himself, but the conversation was brief and, to me, unenlightening, until he hung up the receiver. "Dorgan the Boss," he exclaimed, "has just found a detectaphone in his private dining-room at Gastron's." At once I saw the importance of the news and for the moment it obscured even the case of Betty Blackwell.
There must be some way in which you can protect me some way that you can get along without using " "But, my dear Mrs. Ogleby," interrupted the District Attorney, "I have told you half a dozen times, I think, that I didn't put the detectaphone in " "Yes, but you will get the record," she persisted excitedly. "Can't you do something?" she pleaded.
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