The Fellowship of the Frog

by Edgar Wallace

CHAPTER XXXV

GETTING THROUGH

WHEN Elk came up to the Prosecutor’s room, Dick was sitting at the table, writing telegrams. They were each addressed to the Governor of Gloucester Prison, and contained a brief intimation that a reprieve for James Carter was on its way. Each was marked viâ a different route.

“What’s the idea?” said Elk.

“The ’phone to Gloucester is out of order,” said Dick, and Elk bit his lip thoughtfully.

“Is that so?” he drawled. “Then if the ’phone’s out of order——”

“I don’t want to think that,” said Dick.

Elk took up the instrument.

“Give me the Central Telegraph Office, miss,” he said. “I want to speak to the Chief Clerk. . . . Yes, Inspector Elk, C.I.D.”

After a pause, he announced himself again.