"I can't stand it, Gene, I can't!" she exclaimed hysterically. "I
must know. The telephone?"

"No," he commanded harshly, and he, too, arose. "No."

"I will!" she flashed.

She darted out of the room and along the hall. He followed her with
grim determination in his face. She seized the receiver from the
hook and held it to her ear.

"Hello!" called Central.

"Give me long distance--Coaldale, Number--"

"No," commanded Mr. Wynne, and he placed one hand over the
transmitter tightly. "Doris, you must not!"

"I will!" she flamed. "Let me alone!"

"You'll ruin everything," he pleaded earnestly. "Don't you know that
they get every number I call? Don't you know that within fifteen
minutes they will have that number, and their men will start for
there?"

She faced him with blazing eyes.

"I don't care," she said deliberately, and the white face was
relieved by an angry flush. "I will know what has happened out