Even Bob began to lose his poise and fear no message was coming when suddenly the well-known signal came and the familiar clockwork began to be clicked off.
"Is it he?" demanded Mr. Crowninshield in a tense whisper.
Bob nodded.
On clicked the code. Then suddenly it stopped and the man who was watching saw the operator raise the discs of rubber from his ears and shake himself free of his metal trappings.
"Well?" inquired Mr. Crowninshield in quick staccato.
"It was O'Connel. All he said was: Wait developments."
"Not a word about Lola?"
"No, sir."
"Not a reference of any sort?"
"That was all."