“The—TELEPHONE!”
“Yes, sir. A woman, begging your pardon, Master Jim, a lady, sir, has been telephoning every hour or so, and she—”
“YES!” Jimmie Dale had jumped across the room and had caught the other fiercely by the shoulder. “Yes—yes! What did she say? QUICK, man!”
“Good Lord, Master Jim!” faltered Jason. “I—she—”
“Jason,” said Jimmie Dale, suddenly as cold as ice, “what did she say? Think, man! Every word!”
“She didn't say anything, Master Jim. Nothing at all, sir—except to keep asking each time if she could speak to you.”
“Nothing else, Jason?”
“No, sir.”
“You are SURE?”
“I'm sure, Master Jim. Not another thing but that, sir, just as I've told you.”