"What luck!" says Waddy. "I say, will you call him right up?"
"That I will, sir," says the superintendent, "if you'll tell me how."
"Why," says Waddy, "couldn't you—er—telephone to him, or send a messenger?"
It seems that can't be done. "You might try shouting down, the shaft though," says the Welshman, with a twinkle in his eyes.
Waddy would have gone hoarse doin' it, too, if I hadn't given him the nudge. "Wake up," says I. "You're being kidded."
"But see here, my man——" Waddy begins.
"Mr. Llanders is the name," says the superintendent a bit crisp.
"Ah, yes. Thanks," says Waddy. "It is quite important, Mr. Llanders, that I find Bruzinski at once."
"Mayhap he'll be up by midnight for a bite to eat," says Llanders.
"Then we'll just have to go down where he is," announces Waddy.