It was Long Distance again—Toronto.
"I wonder what Toronto wants with her," I thought as I jacked in, and then, leaning my elbow on the desk listened, not much interested. Three sentences hadn't passed before I was as still as a graven image, all my life gone into my ears.
"Is that you, Carol?" I could just hear it, a fine little thread of sound as if it came from a ghost in the other world.
"Yes—who's speaking?"
"It's I—J. W. B."
Barker's initials! My heart gave a leap and then began to fox trot. If I had any doubts, her answer put an end to them. I could hear the gasp in her breath, the fright in her voice.
"You? What are you doing this for?"
"There's no danger. I'm careful. Did you get my letter?"
"Yes, this morning."
"Will you come?"