Right in the midst of my prayer came the voice of Miss Quinn, the switchboard girl in the office, and for me it was:
"Quick, Miss Quinn—it's Mrs. Babbitts. Is Mr. Whitney or Mr. George there? Give 'em to me—on the jump—if they are."
She didn't waste a word, and in a minute Mr. George's voice came sharp:
"Hello, who is it?"
"Molly, Mr. George. And I've got Willitts—and I've got enough on him to know he's the thief—I can't tell you now but—"
He cut in with:
"I know, I know, Ferguson's told us. O'Malley's here now going to Council Oaks for him."
I almost screamed:
"Send him here. Willitts is off; he's left and I've trailed him. I'm waiting at the door and he's inside."
"Inside what, where the devil are you?"