“Did you get a chance to notice their wiring?”
“The first thing. We can cut in and loop their telephone from our back room, with thirty feet of number twelve wire.”
“Then we’ve got to get in on that line, first thing!”
He ruminated in silence for a minute or two.
“Of course you didn’t get a glimpse of the basement, under Ottenheimer’s?”
“Hardly, Jim. We shall have to leave that to the gas-man!”
And they both laughed a little over the memory of a certain gas-man who short circuited a private line in the basement of the Stock Exchange building and through doing so upset one of the heaviest cotton brokerage businesses in Wall Street.
“Did you notice any of the other wires—power circuits, and that kind of thing?”
“Yes, I did; but there were too many of them! I know, though, that Ottenheimer’s wires go south along our roof.”
“Then the sooner we give a quiet ear to that gentleman’s conversations, the better for us. Have you had any furniture moved in?”