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And, by the way, speaking of 'phones, Mr.Carruthers, between gentlemen, I know you will make no effort under the circumstances to discover the number I am calling from.

Good-night, Mr.
Carruthers." Jimmie Dale hung the receiver abruptly on the hook.
"You see," said Jimmie Dale, turning to Wilbur--and then he stopped.

The man was on his feet, swaying there, his face positively gray.
"My God!" Wilbur burst out.