Why, Sagon
actually had them in his hands."
Ashton-Kirk drew a flat packet from his pocket. Opening it he showed
that it contained nothing but blank paper.
"This is what Sagon found behind the portrait," said he, with a
smile. "The real papers I was very careful to remove two days ago. One
moment--that's the telephone."
Pendleton sat rolling a cigarette and wondering, while Ashton-Kirk
took down the receiver.
"Well?" said he. Then in a moment his expression changed. "Oh, is it
you? Well, how are you after your exciting experience?"
Here Pendleton dropped the completed cigarette and listened.
"You may consider yourself very fortunate to escape with a slight
headache," said Ashton-Kirk. Then there was a pause, and he said,
apparently in answer to a question: "Oh, yes, he's with me now. Will
you speak with him?"
Pendleton arose and took a step toward the stand. But he halted as if
shot when his friend continued in the transmitter:
"No?" Pause. "Oh, very well. Good-by."
Ashton-Kirk hung up the receiver and turned to his friend.
"So," said Pendleton, in a queer sort of voice, "she doesn't wish to
speak to me."
"Not over the wire--no. But she wants you to come to her--at once. She
desires to hear all about what she calls the wonderful way we have
handled this case, and she wants to hear it--from you.
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