Larry began to chat about topics of the day, about invented friends and engagements, well knowing that his stream of talk was not being heard unless Central was "listening in"; and knowing also that, to any one looking into the glass door of his booth, he was giving a most unsuspicious appearance of a busy man.

And while he talked, his wonder grew.

What was about to happen?
What was this Benvenuto Cellini business all about?
He had been talking for fifteen minutes or more when the glass door of the booth was opened from without and a man's voice remarked: "When you are through, sir, we will be going." The voice was the same he had heard over the wire.

Larry hung up and followed the man out the side door, noting only that he had a lean, respectful face.

At the curb stood a limousine, the door of which was opened by the man for Larry.