could not hear the buzzing sound. It was well he had put his attachment on several instruments.
"One moment, please," said Mrs. Damon, to the unknown at the other end of the wire. This was in accordance with the pre-arranged plan.
"Well, what is it?" asked the man, impatiently. "I have no time to waste."
Tom heard again the same gruff tones, and he tried in vain to recognize them.
"I want you take down a message to Mr. Damon," said his wife. "This is very important. It can do you no harm to give him this message; but I want you to get it exact. If you do not promise to deliver it I shall call all negotiations off."
"Oh, all right. I'll take the message; but be quick about it. Then I'll give you the address where you are to send the papers."
"This is the message," went on Mrs. Damon. "Please write it down. It is very important. Have you a pencil?"
"Yes, I have one. Wait until I get a bit of paper. It's so dark in this booth—wait until I turn on the light."
Tom could not repress a pleased and joyful exclamation. It was just what he had hoped the man would do—turn on the light in the booth. Indeed, it was necessary for the success of the
