Craig's eye fell on the telegraphone, and an idea seemed to occur to him.
"Walter, you and Chase bring that thing along," he said a moment later.
He paused long enough to take a badge from the drawer of a cabinet, and went out. We followed him, lugging the telegraphone.
At last we came to the apartment house at which Chase had located the woman.
"There it is," he pointed out, as I gave a groan of relief, for the telegraphone was getting like lead.
Kennedy nodded and drew from his pocket the badge I had seen him take from the cabinet.
"Now, Chase," he directed, "you needn't go in with us. Walter and I can manage this, now. But don't get out of touch with me. I shall need you any moment—certainly tomorrow."
I saw that the badge read, Telephone Inspector.
"Walter," he smiled, "you're elected my helper."
We entered the apartment house hall and found a Negro boy in charge of the switchboard. It took Craig only a moment to convince the boy that he was from the company and that complaints had been made by some anonymous tenant.