A few feet away from him the telephone bell was ringing.

Wrayson rose to his feet and took the receiver into his hand.
"Hullo!" he said.
The voice which answered him was faint but clear.

Wrayson almost dropped the instrument.

He recognized it at once.
"Is that Mr.Herbert Wrayson ?" it asked.
"Yes!" Wrayson answered.

"Who are you ?" "I am the person who spoke to you a few nights ago," was the answer.
"Never mind my name for the present.