thatwould“Out of town?”
“Yes. Have you any out-of-town friends or relatives who might send you a wire?”
She all but whispered her reply, in the gasping tenseness of excited conspiracy: “I have a married sister in Schenectady.”
“That will do.” He dropped his pencil. “I’ll telephone you, this afternoon. I’ll say a telegram has come for you—as if I were speaking from your home, you understand. You’ll tell me to open it. I’ll say it’s from your sister, that she’s ill and wants you to come to her right away. You’ll explain the situation to Coombs and leave at once—to be gone two or three days. You’ll go home, then, and stay there till you hear from me. I’ll try him out while you’re gone. If he doesn’t fall for me while you’re away, I’ll have a story ready for you when you get back. It’ll exp
