"Are you up?" shouted a well-known voice, in a drowsy tone.
"Can't you smell the coffee and bacon?" replied Winifred, gaily—"and the noise of that awful man under the shower? I'll tell him you're waiting. He's making more fuss than a porpoise," she concluded as she hastily snatched a bathrobe and hung it on a hook near the shower room.
"Parkins has disclosed himself and his whereabouts," were Updyke's first words, as Winifred's husband took up the receiver.
"That sounds interesting," replied Carver, with enthusiasm.
"Glad to hear you say so, and I'll add—especially so, to you!"
"Humph! Give me the details," replied Carver, who analyzed quickly.
"Listen carefully, boy, and don't get excited about anything I tell you. By all means don't repeat any part of it to Winifred that concerns herself."
"Yep—I get you—what's up?"
"The scoundrel was here at Dreamy Hollow, just after dark. I was on my way down but he had done his mischief and gone before I arrived. The scene was in so and so's office where he appeared suddenly—bound and gagged Jacques who was taking out a tray of dishes. Then slipped over to so and so and covered him with a silencer automatic."