“Yes,” Roger answered.
“And who is this speaking?”
“This is Mr. Verbeck.”
“Indeed? I thought perhaps it was that dolt, Detective Riley, from headquarters. I understand he is a more or less permanent guest of yours.”
“Who is this?” Roger demanded in turn.
“Pardon me for not telling you before. This is the Black Star.”
“What’s that?” Roger exclaimed.
“I assure you I am the Black Star. This is not one of your friends playing a joke on you. I just thought I’d call you up and say that the letter I sent the newspapers was meant. I’ve already made a move against the manager of the apartment house where you live because he hasn’t ousted you.”
“Indeed?” Roger asked, beckoning Riley and Muggs toward him.
“You think I am jesting? I never jest about my work, Mr. Verbeck. I imagine you’ll have to find another home before night. Pardon me if I ring off now. It is possible you are sending Detective Riley or Muggs to another telephone to trace this call. And that would be both unnecessary and embarrassing for me. For I am speaking to you from the office of your own apartment house. Good-by!”