“I'm afraid not,” began the girl at the exchange, and then she broke off suddenly. “Wait a moment, I'll see.” Then almost immediately her voice came over the wire again. “Yes, you're lucky. Another operator remembers it. It was Finsbury 906.”
“Thank you very much,” said Larose. “Then put me on to Finsbury 906, as quick as you can, please,” and in less than half a minute a deep gruff voice was saying. “Thomson speaking. Thomson, the tobacconist in Bishopsgate street.”
Larose was all apologies, but explained quickly that he wanted to know who it was who had just called Finsbury 278 from their place.
“A gent who came in for some cigars,” was the reply in brisk and business-like tones. “Don't know who he was and have never seen him before.”
“What was he like to look at, please?” asked Laro
