“Hullo, who is that? What the devil do you want?”
“I’ll talk to him,” whispered Tab and took the receiver from the detective’s hands.
“Is that you Rex?”
“Hullo, who is that, Tab? What’s the idea?”
“We have had a visitor,” said Tab. “You remember I told you about the burglar? Well, he came again tonight.”
“The devil he did.”
“In fact, we’ve turned the old flat into a shooting gallery,” said Tab, “and Carver wonders whether you have had a similar experience.”
“Not I,” was the cheerful reply. “It is as much as a man’s life’s worth to wake me out of my sleep.”
Tab grinned.
“Keep your door locked.”