“Hello,” he called.
“Hello,” came a faint voice, as if the speaker were using long distance, and had a bad connection, “is this Fleck?”
“Yes, Fleck,” he answered, “who is this?”
“Dean speaking,” came the voice faintly.
“Dean,” cried Fleck, excitedly, “yes, yes. What is it, Dean?”
He had not expected to hear any results from the expedition that Dean and Jane Strong had undertaken until late in the afternoon after the Hoffs returned. The fact that Dean was calling him up now would seem to indicate that something of importance had happened.
“I’m telephoning from a doctor’s house near Nyack,” said Dean.
“What’s that? Speak louder.”
“I’m here in Doctor Spencer’s office near Nyack with a broken arm,” Dean continued. “We’ve had an accident. Somebody’s auto smashed into us, I guess.”
“Miss Strong? Where is she? Is she hurt?” asked the chief anxiously.