It was in the dining room, then!
There was a quick movement of chairs and feet. Then Crockett's voice said, "Hello!"
He was answering it!
"That's not fair!" cried Margery. "It's not for you!"
"Keep off!" said Crockett in a quick, stern whisper, and then, evidently into the telephone, "Yes! Yes!"
Merriam leapt out of bed, revolver in hand, in his pajamas and flung open the door.
Crockett was standing by the wall at the telephone. Jennie, in her ballet costume, stood transfixed in the center of the table. Margery was rushing at Crockett.
"You--you spy!" she screamed.
Merriam, in the door, pointed his revolver.
"Drop it!" he cried, meaning the telephone receiver. "Hands up!"