CONFESSIONAL
"Hello! Nine-o-five-one?"
"Yes. …"
"Wait a minute."
She waited, breathless, in a quiver. The silence sang upon the wire, the silence of the night through which he was groping toward her. …
"Hello! Is this Nine-o"
"Yes, yes!"
"Is this the residence of Alexander C. Graeme?"
"Yes." The syllable almost choked her.
"Is this Miss Graeme at the 'phone?"
"It is."
"Miss Sylvia Graeme?"
"Yes."
"This is Daniel Maitland. … Sylvia!"
"As if I did not know your voice!" she cried involuntarily.
There followed a little pause; and in her throat the pulses tightened and drummed.
"I have opened the bag, Sylvia. …"
"Please go on."
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