“Out through the hole in the diaphragm,” continued Drew, “and right into your ear or my ear, Delaney!”
“Not into mine!” exclaimed the operative. “I’ll never telephone as long as I live, Chief!”
“We’ll all be careful,” said Nichols, turning toward Loris.
Drew gathered together the different parts of the telephone receiver. “Evidence against Morphy,” he said dryly, as he dropped them into the side pocket of his coat. “They are our Exhibit A if he ever finishes that twenty years in the cooler.”
Loris reached out her hand. “You saved my life,” she said. “You saved it, Mr. Drew.”
“I blundered and blundered and blundered on this case,” admitted the detective frankly. “Now I’m going to request you to wait a few minutes before I call the coroner. Delaney has some questions. I feel sure he wants to ask me one or two.”
“THE END”
Triggy Drew’s eyes shone with triumphant fire as he turned and faced the group gathered in the sitting room.