He turned to the telephone.
"I wish to speak with General Gallieni," he said. "Tell him it is the party he is expecting to-night at nine. All right." He was silent a moment, then spoke again: "General Gallieni?"
"Yes," came the reply over the wire.
"This is Lieutenant Paine, whom you are depending on for to-night. We are prisoners in room number 257," and Hal gave the name of the hotel.
"What!" came the surprised reply. "By whom are you being held?"
"By our uncle. Cannot you send a detachment of soldiers with orders to take us before you at once?"
Hal heard a slight chuckle wafted over the wire.
"It shall be done," came the reply, and the military governor of
Paris rang off.
Hal turned to Chester with a smile.
"I guess that will fix it," he said.