“The man at the other end of the line didn’t want it that way.”
“You can always hang up a receiver,” Mason pointed out.
“Yeah,” Drake told him, “ you can, but I don’t. My license comes up for renewal next month.”
“Oh, well,” Mason said, “they’d have got the dope sooner or later anyway, I’m just not keen about having that information go out over the police radio. You can’t tell who’s listening in. How about the lights, Paul?”
“They’re just off in this corner of the house. The circuit which supplies the dining room, pantry, kitchen, and stairway is okay.”
“Did you leave them all on?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Where was the telephone?”
“The one I found was in the dining room. I think it’s an extension. There’s probably one in here.”
Mason swung the beam of the flashlight, and Drake said, “That’s a telephone over there in the corner.”