Bend close.

You'll hear." A quiet, drawling voice reached them, the vibrating wire lending its measured accents a metallic accuracy.
"That you, Mr.Theydon ?" "Why, it's Mr.Handyside! Yes, I'm here.

Where are you speaking from?
Croydon ?" "That's so." "Well, I don't understand, but I'm sure you'll pardon me.

We are in a deuce of a fix at this end, so, if you'll arrange to call tomorrow--" "You've lost Mrs.Forbes, I guess.

Is that the lady's name?
If it is, I've kept track of her.