Some sort of miracle has happened.

Come and listen." Aroused from a stupor of grief as though she had received a galvanic shock, Evelyn sprang up.

Naturally, she had to place an arm on Theydon's back to permit of her head approaching near enough to the telephone.
Thus, the three heads were almost touching each other; if an artist had been present he would have obtained a study in facial expressions worthy of Phil May or Guerrido.
Handyside, of course, had heard Theydon's gleeful exclamation.

He chuckled pleasantly: "Your digest goes a little too far, Mr.Theydon," he said, "but compared with the newspaper placard facts in your possession, my story is a full-sized novel.

Anyhow, I'll condense it, so here goes.