"
He turned toward the puzzled Captain.
"Did you ask any of your operatives to call you here? You know
what a risk you are taking, to connect me with this case like
that, don't you?"
"I never even breathed it to myself. I told no one."
"Follow me up to the telephone room."
Shirley hurried through the grill, to the switchboard, near which
stood the booths for private calls. He called to one of the
operators. "Here, let me at that switchboard." He pushed the
boy aside, and sat down in the vacated chair.
"Which trunk is it on? Oh, I see, the second. There Captain,
take the fourth booth against the wall."
Cronin stepped in. Shirley connected up and listened with the
transmitter of the operator at his ear, holding the line open.
"Go ahead, here's Captain Cronin!"
A pleasant voice came over the wire. It was musical and sincere.
"Hello, Captain Cronin, is that you?"
"Yes! What do you want?"
The voice continued, with a jolly laugh, ringing and infectious
in its merriment.
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