The Black Box by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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Mayton Avenue way, brought in something I found rather interesting this
morning. I want you to come round and see it." "Go right ahead and tell me about it," Quest invited. "You know we've been shadowing Craig," the Inspector continued. "Not much luck up till now. Fellow seems never to leave his master's side. We have had a couple of men up there, though, and one of them brought in a curious-looking object he picked up just outside the back of the Professor's grounds. It's an untidy sort of neighbourhood, you know--kind of waste ground they commenced to build over, and then the real estate man who had it in hand, went smash." "What is the thing?" Quest asked. "Well, I want to see whether you agree with me," French went on. "If you can't come round, I'll come to you." "No necessity," Quest replied. "We've got over little difficulties of that sort. Laura, just tack on the phototelesme," he added, holding the receiver away for a moment. "One moment, French. There, that's right," he added, as Laura, with deft fingers, arranged what seemed to be a sensitised mirror to the instrument. "Now, French, hold up the article just in front of the receiver." French's reply was a little brusque. "What are you getting at, Quest?" he demanded. "You are not going to pretend that you can see from your room into this, are you?" |
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