“He was wild,” the boy answered.
“A man may protest too much or too little,” the blind man observed dryly. “Hesset?”
“He was scared.”
“So! That leaves Albert Wall. Could you see him when he left the room?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where did he go?”
“To a telephone.”
“Good lad!” The doctor knocked the ashes from his pipe and walked beside the dog in silence. “The telephone office,” he said suddenly.
Joe wondered what unseen tangent of the case could bring them there. They went up a narrow mountain of a stairway. Lady, leading, slowed and swung her Master to the left, stopping him at the counter.
“Can you tell me,” Dr. Stone asked, “what operators were on duty at seven o’clock last Monday night?”