"A vocaphone?" I repeated.
"Yes, the little box that hears and talks," he explained. "It does more than the detectaphone. It talks right out, you know, and it works both ways."
I began to understand his scheme.
"Those square holes in the face of it are just like the other instrument we used," Garrick went on. "They act like little megaphones to that receiver inside, you know,—magnify the sound and throw it out so that we can listen up here just as well, perhaps better than if we were down there in the room with them."
They were down there in the back room, Lucille and a man.
"Have you heard from her?" asked the man's voice, one that I did not recognise.
"Non,—but she will come. Voila, but she thought the world of her
Lucille, she did. She will come."
"How do you know?"
"Because—I know."
"Oh, you women!"