"Oh," she said. "I thought that was plain to you from what Father said."
"You mean that I am to be kept here?"
"Yes."
"Indefinitely?"
"Until—as Father indicated to you on the train—he has satisfied himself as to the source of the attack upon him."
"I understand. In the meantime, I am not to be allowed to communicate at all with any one outside?"
"That might depend upon the circumstances."
He gazed at the telephone instrument on the desk. "Miss Santoine, a moment ago I tried to telephone, when I—" He described the incident to her. The color on her cheeks heightened. "Some one was appointed to listen on the wire?" he challenged.
"Yes." She hesitated, and then she added, in the manner in which she had directed him to the guard outside the house: "And besides, I believe there are—or will be—the new phonographic devices on every line, which record both sides of a conversation. Subject to that, you may use the telephone."
"Thank you," said Eaton grimly. "I suppose if I were to write a letter, it would be taken from me and opened and read."