As he watched, fascinated, it slowly was pulled shut. Someone in the hall had been listening to the telephone conversation!
CHAPTER XX
ACCUSATIONS
Flash moved swiftly to the door and jerked it open. The hall was deserted, but as he listened he could hear the soft pad of footsteps fading away.
“That door didn’t open by itself,” he muttered. “Someone was listening. But whoever he was, he’s gone now.”
Flash re-entered the bedroom. The shower was still running, but in a few minutes Doyle came out, wrapped in his flannel robe.
“Did you send that telegram?” he asked.
“No, not yet. Doyle, there’s no reason for you to resign.”
“I’m fed up,” the technician responded shortly.
“I’ve been thinking. I may keep on for awhile, after all. My plans aren’t turning out the way I expected.”
“You mean you want to go on to Clinton? You believe my story, then?”