"But it's you now.
Listen! Listen!" he pleaded.

"Tell me who you are! My God! how I've tried to find you, and--" That rippling, silvery laugh again, but now, too, it seemed to his eager ear, with just the faintest note of wistfulness in it.
"Some day, Jimmie.

That letter now.

It--" Jimmie Dale straightened up suddenly--Jason's steps, running, sounded outside the room along the corridor--there was not an instant to lose.
"Hang up! Good-bye! Danger! Don't ring again!" he whispered hurriedly, and, with a miserable smile, replacing the receiver bitterly on the hook, he jumped for the curtain.
He reached it none too soon.

The door opened, an electric-light switch clicked, and the room was flooded with light.