"1-2-4--please--yes, that's right.

Hello--is that the country club?
Is Mr.Richard Fleming there?
Yes, I'll hold the wire." She looked about nervously.

Had something moved in that corner of blackness where her candle did not pierce?
No! How silly of her! Buzz-buzz on the telephone.

She picked up the receiver again.
"Hello--is this Mr.Fleming?
This is Miss Ogden--Dale Ogden.

I know it must seem odd my calling you this late, but--I wonder if you could come over here for a few minutes.