"You get paid well enough, Flomerfelt, I should think."
"Not well enough," he declared. And again his thoughts went aloft to the daughter of his chief.
Wilkinson touched a button; in silence the two men waited for it to be answered. In a somewhat irritated manner Wilkinson touched it again, and thundered out:
"What's become of the servants?"
Flomerfelt leaned over in alarm.
"The wires—the wires are cut!" he exclaimed. "The telephone is disconnected," he went on, his face growing ashen with the fear and mystery of it all.
Wilkinson's excitement was evidenced by the manner in which he shook his finger in the other's face, called him a fool, and ordered him to go and fetch the servants that they might explain how the thing occurred. And he ended with: "Go now, be quick about it!"
At the door, Flomerfelt stopped. In the entrance was Leslie.
"These wires have been tampered with!" he cried out to her. "Does anybody in this house know how?"