"The deuce you will!" I heard him exclaim, then apparently whoever was talking rang off and he could not get them back.
"Another of those confounded telephone messages," he said, turning to me and taking the cylinder off. "It looks as though the ready-letter writer who used to send warnings had learned his lesson and taken to the telephone as leaving fewer clues than handwriting."
He placed the record on the phonograph so that I could hear it. It was brief and to the point, as had been the first.
"Hello, is that you, Kennedy? We've got Norton. Next we'll get you.
Good-bye."
Kennedy repeated the first message. It was evident that both had been spoken by the same voice.
"Whose is it?" I asked blankly. "What does it mean?"
Before Craig could answer there was a knock at our door and he sprang to open it.
XXII
THE VANISHER
It was Juanita, Inez Mendoza's maid, frantic and almost speechless.