“No,” came the illuminated reply.
“How may he be eliminated?”
“Where — is — Paget—” came the next words.
“He stays at the Merrimac Club,” answered Paget. “He is there during the day and the evening.”
“Where — does — he — live—” The illuminated words flashed with weird precision.
Paget gave the location of his apartment, in a low, careful voice.
“He — will — find — orders — there—” announced the flashing panel.
Paget could think of nothing else to say. He sat in the darkness, awaiting a further command. None came.
Suddenly the lamp in the corner became illuminated and Paget was momentarily surprised to find himself in the illuminated room. There was a click at the entrance. The door had unlocked.
A few minutes later the stenographer entered.