I didn't say a word this time. I just hung right up.
In another half minute the telephone was jangling again. I was purple when I picked it up this time.
"Listen," I bellowed. "I don't care what noises you're hearing now—"
Stoddard cut in desperately, shouting at the top of his lungs to do so.
"I'm not only hearing the noises, Kermit," he yelled, "I'm seeing the people who cause them!"
This caught me off balance.
"Huh?" I gulped.
"The belfry," he yelled, "I went up in the belfry, and you can see the people who's voices we heard!" There was a pause, while he found breath, then he shouted, "You have to come over. You're the only one I can think of to show this to!"
Stoddard was an eccentric, but only so far as his tastes in architecture were concerned. I realized this, as I sat there gaping foolishly at the still vibrating telephone in my hand.