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Updated: June 13, 2025
Of course that's impossible, isn't it?" "Well, it was a few years ago, but we can do wonders nowadays. There's the little dictagraph. We could string one up for you and give you the usual stenographic report or you could go and listen in yourself." "Could I really?" Charity gasped, and she began to shiver with the frightfulness of the opportunity. "Surest thing you know," said Hodshon.
Peter Cheever was going to dictagraph to his wife. The quaint charm of the dictagram is that the sender does not know he is sending it. It is a good deal like an astral something or other. Peter had often telegraphed his wife, telephoned her, and wirelessed her. Sometimes what he had sent her was not the truth. But now she was going to hear from him straight.
He never dreamed that the dictagraph had brought her with him when he learned of Zada's intensely interesting condition, and her exceedingly onerous demands. He did not dare ask Charity for a divorce in order that he might legitimize this byblow of his. He could imagine only that she would use the information for some ruinous vengeance. So he dallied with his fate in dismal irresolution.
"They're talkin' too loud," said the operator. "The only way to beat the dictagraph is to cut the wire or yell." "Are they quarreling, then?" Charity asked, almost with pleasure. "Yes, ma'am. But it's the lady and her maid. They been havin' a terrible scrap about marketin'. He Mr. Cheever ain't there yet. They're expectin' him, though."
There were cooing tones which the dictagraph repeated with hideous fidelity. Zada asked, "Did he have hard daydie old office-ums?" And he answered, with infatuated imbecility, "Yes, he diddums, but worst was lonelying for his Zadalums." "Did Peterkin miss his Zadalums truly truly?"
It was an innocent little note from Jeff Saxton; a polite, humble little note; it said that Jeff had a card to the Astoria Club, and wouldn't Milt please have lunch with him? But Milt dropped it on the table, and he walked round it as though it were a dictagraph which he'd discovered in the table drawer after happy, happy, hidden hours at counterfeiting.
Long after Thor had gone, long after the day had dwindled into twilight and the twilight had shaded into dusk, Thomas Spears, his secretary, sat and pondered. After Thor and Selwyn had left the office for luncheon he had gone to the dictagraph to see whether there was anything for him to take. He found the record, saw it had been used, removed it to his machine and got ready to transmit.
They went to a near-by club and remained for several hours talking of things of general interest, for Selwyn refused to discuss his victory after they had left the protecting walls of Thor's office. Thor had forgotten his other engagement, and along with it he forgot the dictagraph that he had set. When he returned to his office he could not recall whether or not he had set the dictagraph.
Paul eagerly questioned her with a glance as she approached. "Well, he fell for it," she announced, toughly, then added, "just as you fell for his dictagraph game with the girl." There was just a bit of jealousy yet in the tone of Dora. She was not yet convinced of her complete triumph over Eva. At the same time Locke left the café and entered a telephone-booth, from which he called up Eva.
For Quentin Locke was not testing any of Brent's patents just now. Over his head he had the receivers of a dictagraph. It was a strange act for one so recently employed as manager of Brent's private laboratory. Yet such a man must have had his reasons.
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