It was evident that
he followed a definite program, the fruit of precise thought
guided by experience.
It seemed to him that now everything was in readiness for the
coming of his associates in the commission of the crime. There
remained only to give them the signal in the room around the
corner where they waited at a telephone. He seated himself in
Gilder's chair at the desk, and drew the telephone to him.
"Give me 999 Bryant," he said. His tone was hardly louder than a
whisper, but spoken with great distinctness.
There was a little wait. Then an answer in a voice he knew came
over the wire.
But Garson said nothing more. Instead, he picked up a penholder
from the tray on the desk, and began tapping lightly on the rim
of the transmitter. It was a code message in Morse. In the room
around the corner, the tapping sounded clearly, ticking out the
message that the way was free for the thieves' coming.
When Garson had made an end of the telegraphing, there came a
brief answer in like Morse, to which he returned a short
direction.
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