Burke, from the room above, climbed down hurriedly, adjusted the instrument as he had been told to do by John Barton. Then he was out, barely drawing himself and the rope away from the window view before Trubus entered.
Mary thought that it was all discovered, but breathed a sigh of relief when the president opened the door and entered without a remark.
It was lucky for Burke that the day was so warm, for the president had left the window open when he left, otherwise Burke could not possibly have carried out his plan so opportunely.
The telephone bell rang. Mary answered and was greeted by Bob's voice.
"Is it you, Mary?" he exclaimed hurriedly.
"Yes."
"Then start your machine, for I saw this man Shepard go upstairs to the floor beneath you."
"All right, Bob," said Mary softly.
"When the records are run out, unless I telephone you sooner, call one of the girls to take your place, tell her you are sick, and smuggle out the records—don't bother about the machine, we'll get that later. I will be downstairs waiting for you."
"Yes. I understand."