“Is this you, Doctor Blank?”
“Yes.”
“I want you—”
The doctor heard no more. This was a party line and every receiver on it came down. A dozen people were listening to find out who wanted the doctor and what for. All on the line knew that Doctor Blank had been at the Gray farmhouse for hours. The message being private, there was silence. The doctor waited a minute then his wrath burst forth.
“Damn it! Hang up your receivers, all you eavesdroppers, so I can get this message!”
Click, click, click, click, and lots of people mad, but the doctor got the message.
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling.
“Is this Mrs. Blank?”
“Yes.”