Central Park West was practically empty of automobiles, for the theaters had not yet discharged their crowds and no policeman was in sight.

He vaulted the wall; a minute later he was in a booth in the drug-store, had dropped his nickel in the slot, and was asking for Plaza nine-double-o-one.
"Hello, sir!" responded the very correct voice of a man.
"Benvenuto Cellini," said Larry.
"Hold the wire, sir," said the voice.
Larry held the wire, wondering.

After a moment the same correct voice asked where Larry was speaking from.

Larry gave the exact information.
"Stay right in the booth, and keep on talking; say anything you like; the wire here will be kept open," continued the voice.

"We'll not keep you waiting long, sir." The voice ceased.