I read:
"Whitney, Stuart. Res. 174-J Rockledge."
Quickly he gave central the number, then shoved the receiver again
into the telescribe.
"Hello, is Mr. Whitney there?" I heard later as he placed the
record again in the phonograph for repetition.
"No--who is this?"
"His head clerk. Tell him I must see him. Kennedy has been to the
office and--"
"Say--get off the line. We had that story once."
"That's it!" exclaimed Craig. "Don't you see--they've all gone up
to Whitney's country place. That clerk was faking. He has already
telephoned. And listen. Do you see anything peculiar?"
He was running all three records which we had on the telescribe.
As he did so, I saw unmistakably that it was the same voice on all
three. Whitney must have had a servant do the telephoning for him.
"Don't fret, Juanita," reassured Kennedy. "We shall find your
mistress for you. She will be all right. You had better go back to
the apartment and wait. Walter look up the next train to Rockledge
while I telephone O'Connor."
We had an hour to wait before the next train left and in the
meantime we drove Juanita back to the Mendoza apartment.
It was a short run to Rockledge by railroad, but it seemed to me
that it took hours.
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