VII


THE INVISIBLE WIRE


_In Which the Telephone Continues Ringing_

When he had finished writing he sorted out some silver, and handed it and
the yellow paper to Sacharissa.

"It's dark in here. Would you mind reading it aloud to me to see if I've
made it plain?" he asked.

"Certainly," said Sacharissa; and she read:

MRS. DELANCY COURLAND,

Tuxedo.

I'm stuck in an idiotic elevator at 1008-1/2 Fifth Avenue. If I don't
appear by New Year's you'll know why. Be careful that no reporters get
hold of this.

KILLIAN VAN K. VANDERDYNK.

Sacharissa flushed deeply. "I can't send this," she said.

"Why not?" demanded the young man, irritably.