“Want a boy?”
“Well, perhaps.” He sounded very English. “What is your name?”
“Theodore Marsh,” replied the owner of that name.
The man’s manner changed on the instant. Ted liked him then. “Come in, Ted. Mr. Strong is expected any minute, but of course he may not come for a while. We have just moved in here. We have to move 43 quite often, for those Germans certainly are shrewd. Quick, too, and they keep us on the jump.”
He turned to work on an intricate little machine which had a long coil of wire, very thin, much thinner than a telephone wire.
“Do you know what this is?” Ted did not know.
“A dictaphone. We will have use for it. I am getting it ready for tonight.”
Ted had heard of a dictaphone, but he had not yet learned its usefulness. He was to find out that night how wonderfully useful it could be, how much danger the use of it would avoid.
It was almost two hours before a man entered. When he saw Ted he said, with a smile:
“Hello, my boy. I guess you and I have met both Dean and Helen, haven’t we? Let us go into this room.”