“I hope no one sees you.”
“Nobody’ll see me but the elevator man, and he’ll think nothing of it.”
Apparently, too, Dean was right, for the next afternoon he entered the Strong apartment carrying a suitcase in which was concealed his apparatus and the necessary wire.
“Hurry,” cried Jane, who was waiting for him. “The Hoffs’ maid has just gone up on the roof.”
“We can safely give her at least a few minutes,” said Dean setting to work to make a hole through the wall into the apartment adjoining. Just as he had finished making it and had pushed one end of the wire through, the telephone bell rang, and Jane in dismay sprang to answer it.
“Disguise your voice,” warned Dean. “If it is a caller say there is no one home.”
“It was Lieutenant Kramer calling,” said Jane as she returned.
“Did he recognize your voice?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What did he say?”