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"I mean to tell you," was the reply, "that for two hundred and fifty dollars, I can get you a stenographic report of every word that you say over your 'phone for twenty-four hours, and of every word that anybody says to you." "That sounds incredible!" said Montague. "Who does it?" "Wire tappers. It's dangerous work, but the pay is big.

Why, that's just fine. Well, I'm dying to hear your news. Splendid. I shall be here. G'bye." Peterman set the 'phone down. His smiling eyes challenged those of the man who a moment before had derided him. "Well?" Hellbeam's impatience was without scruple at any time. "She's got back all right, and she's succeeded far better than you hoped. Better than she hoped herself.

Neal Ward that night, in the Banner office alone, wrote to his sweetheart the daily letter that was never mailed. "How sweet it is," he writes, "to have you at home. Sometimes I hear your voice through the old leaky telephone, talking to Aunt Molly; her phone and ours are through the same board, and your voice seems natural then, and unstrained, not as it is when we meet.

Still in a daze, Pee-wee saw the old man step to the door; he heard a hearty, good-humored voice asking about gasoline. "If you could just put us on the track of some," the voice said; "we're good at tracking." Tracking! Pee-wee's eyes opened. Tracking? "Well, could we use your 'phone, then?" he heard. The next thing Pee-wee knew, half a dozen boys and young men spilled into the room.

"I don't mind sleeping upstairs, now that I have a telephone," she said serenely. "Max and Rudolph moved everything up this afternoon." Poopendyke and I returned to the study. I, for one, was bitterly disappointed. "I'm sorry that I had the 'phone put in," I said. "Please don't call it a 'phone!" she objected. "I hate the word 'phone." "So do I," said Poopendyke recklessly. I glared at him.

The whistle broke off into a discord as Russ saw Ruth standing waiting for him. Something in her face must have told him something was the matter, for he came up the remaining steps three at a time. "What is it? What has happened?" he asked. "Is someone hurt?" "No, it's your patent the model. Some men Alice and I overheard them in the restaurant we've been trying to get you on the 'phone I we "

Susan never did finish that piece of pie a fact which bore eloquent testimony to the upheaval in her inner woman for Susan considered it a cardinal offence against civilized society to begin to eat anything and not finish it. That was wilful waste, hens to the contrary notwithstanding. Jem turned to the phone again. "I must ring the manse. Jerry will want to go, too."

When I have joined the last links of the chain, may I come and tell you all?" She looked full in his face. "At any hour of the day or night," she said, "you may come." Then she was gone. Within a few moments Kent was at the phone. "I want four, four, four, four. Is that four, four, four, four? Mr. Throgton's house? I want Mr. Throgton. Mr. Throgton speaking? Mr. Throgton, Kent speaking.

Denham had said that her husband was out, but she knew where he was, and would 'phone; if he O'Reilly would hold the line she'd have an answer "in no time." Presently he had been rewarded by "getting" Denham, who, on hearing that he was urgently wanted, promised to cut short some work he was doing late at the office, and taxi to Krantz's.

I was skimming ground at a hundred miles an hour and heading for the trees. I saw soldiers running to be in at the finish and I thought to myself that James's hash was cooked, but I went between two trees and ended up head on against the opposite bank of the road. My motor took the shock and my belt held me. As my tail went up it was cut in two by some very low 'phone wires. I wasn't even bruised.