Then we determined to listen in relays,
one listening, while the other went out for dinner.
It must have been just a bit after dark that we could hear Inez
talking in a low tone with Juanita.
A buzzing noise indicated that there was some one at the hall
door.
"If it's any one for me," we heard Inez say, "tell them that I
will be out directly. I'm not fit to be seen now."
The door was opened and a voice which we could not place asked for
the senorita. A moment later Juanita returned and asked the
visitor to be seated a few moments.
It was not long before we were suddenly aware that there was
another person in the room. We could hear whispers. The faithful
little vocaphone even picked them up and shot them down to us.
"Is everything all right?" whispered one, a new voice which was
somewhat familiar I thought, but disguised beyond recognition.
"Yes. She'll be out in a minute."
"Now, remember what I told you. If this thing works you get fifty
dollars more. I'd better put this mask on--damn it!--the slit's
torn. It'll do. I'll hide here as soon as we hear her. That's a
pretty nice private ambulance you have down there. Did you tell
the elevator boy that she had suddenly been taken ill? That's all
fixed, then.
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