Next to him he heard a low sound. The young man was singing.
"It's nice to watch the room spin, isn't it?" Mr. Westing asked.
"I was just thinking that. It's beautiful."
"I know. Excuse me a minute."
He got up and took the phone into the next room. As soon as he was out of earshot, he dialed the number he had memorized earlier.
The phone buzzed a few times. "Hello?" a woman answered.
"Is this Miss Marline Harris?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"My name is Henry Westing. There's a man here trying to get me to join the Organization and I saw your name and your picture in his Prospects book."