Nothing seemed to happen, but I could tell by the look of
intentness on his face that he was getting along all right and was
not worrying.
Suddenly the look on his face changed to one of extreme
satisfaction. He dropped the disc he was holding to his ear back
into its compartment and turned to me.
All at once it seemed as if the room in which we were was peopled
by spirits. There was the sound of voices, loud, clear, distinct.
It was uncanny.
"He has just come in," remarked Craig.
"Who?" I asked.
"Lockwood--can't you recognize his voice? Listen."
I did listen intently, and the more my ears became adjusted, the
more plainly I could distinguish two voices, that of a man and
that of a woman. It was indeed Lockwood and the Senorita, far
above us.
I would have uttered an exclamation of amazement, but I could not
miss what they were saying.
"Then you--you believe what he says?" asked Lockwood earnestly.
"Professor Kennedy has the prints," replied Inez tremulously.
"You saw them?"
"Yes."
"And you believe what HE says, too?"
There was a silence.
"What is it?" I asked, tapping the box lightly.
"A vocaphone," replied Kennedy. "The little box that hears and
talks.
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