CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MISS MABEL POOLE both by training and temperament was not given to excitability. But two days later, as Sadie Wimpel sat in her upper room like a spider at the center of its web, the young trained nurse began to grow into a realization of the dramatic values of the situation about her. She could not quite understand the game, but she was openly interested in its movements. And they were movements all new to her eyes. She saw, for instance, that by means of the little dark object so like a gunmetal watch with a couple of shoe-strings dangling from it, her alert-minded companion was able to overhear any word spoken in the room below them. And the adventure was already under way.
She had been infected with an echo of Sadie's excitement as the latter, listening intently with the microphone at her ear, suddenly leaned forward, turned a switch and began slowly revolving the polished white dial which stood on the small table at the center of the room. She had caught the
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