"This is Fräulein Ziegler's, isn't it?"
"Yes, of course. But what do you want?"
"She has just telephoned to the exchange that something is wrong with one of the instruments. Is it the office one?"
"What is that, Rebecca?" It was Hagar's voice.
"There is a man here who says he has come to see to the telephone," was the reply as the servant went toward her mistress.
"I'll soon have it right," I declared, and took advantage of the moment to step into the office. I knew the way well enough, of course.
"There is a mistake somewhere," said Hagar; and, as I had calculated, she followed me into the office.
I began to fool about with the instrument, keeping my back to her for the moment. "We had a message," I growled, altering my voice, and speaking in a tone of a man with a grievance.
"There is nothing the matter with that," she said quickly, crossing to me.
"I'll see to it all right," I mumbled, bending over the instrument.