XIII
THE MECHANICAL EAR
"Then it was Honora you overheard over the dictagraph?" I asked, quickly.
"Not at first," replied Doyle. "I'll come to that later. Let me give it all to you first."
He pulled from his pocket a set of typewritten notes and excitedly began to condense what McCabe had just heard over the dictagraph in the Wilford apartment, sometimes giving it to us from memory, then refreshing his mind from what McCabe had transcribed.
"It seems that the maid, Celeste, had a visitor," began Doyle.
"Who was it?" hastened Kennedy, impatiently.
"A man named Chase."
"Who's he?"
"Another detective."