A second time, as we approached our apartment after the visit to Elaine, we were too excited to notice the limousine in which were Wu and Long Sin. But no sooner had we entered than Long Sin left the car with a final word of instruction from his master.
Up-stairs, in the apartment, Kennedy began hurriedly to pack, and I helped him as well as I could. We were in the midst of it when the telephone rang and I answered it.
"Hello!" I called.
There was no response.
"Hello, Hello!" I repeated, raising my voice.
Still there was no answer. I worked the hook up and down but could get no reply. Finally, disgusted, I hung up.
A moment later, I recall now, it seemed to me as though some one had stuck a pin into the lobe of my ear. Still, I thought nothing of it in the excitement of Kennedy's departure, and went to work again to help him pack.
We had scarcely got back to work, when the telephone bell jangled again, and a second time I answered it.
"Is Mr. Kennedy there?" came back a strange voice.
I handed the instrument to Craig.