"I saw Templar speak to him—"
"Shut up, you fool!"
"Be gooood-da, sweet maaid, and-da let who can-na
be cle-evah;
Do nowble things, not-ta dream them, awl daaay lawng…"
The telephone bell screamed.
"See who it is, Weald. No, give it to me."
She took the instrument out of his hands. There was no need to ask who was the owner of the silkily endearing voice that came over the wire.
"Hullo!"
"Yes, Mr. Templar?"