The man still hesitated: the officer sternly continued:
"My business will not admit of a moment's delay. You can attend to formalities afterwards."
"Well, your nobility, if you insist—— But you will take the responsibility?"
"Certainly. Call up Wu-chi-mi, if you please."
The man ticked off the call. There was an immediate reply.
"Say this: 'Station on fire'——"
The operator almost sprang from his stool; his eyes were wide with alarm.
"But——"
"You heard what I said. 'Station on fire!'"
A pistol's cold muzzle at the man's ear sent him cowering to his post. Pale to the lips, with trembling fingers he ticked off the words. It was clear that the officer could follow his rapid movements, for he suddenly pointed the pistol full at his brow, saying: