There was no response.

"Hello, Hello!" I repeated, raising my voice.

Still there was no answer. I worked the hook up and down but could
get no reply. Finally, disgusted, I hung up.

A moment later, I recall now, it seemed to me as though some one
had stuck a pin into the lobe of my ear. Still, I thought nothing
of it in the excitement of Kennedy's departure, and went to work
again to help him pack.

We had scarcely got back to work, when the telephone bell jangled
again, and a second time I answered it.

"Is Mr. Kennedy there?" came back a strange voice.

I handed the instrument to Craig.

"Hello," he called. "Who is this?"

No response.

"Hello, hello," he shouted, working the hook as I had done and, as
in my case, there was still no answer.

"Some crank," he exclaimed, jamming down the receiver in disgust
and returning to his packing.

Neither of us thought anything of it at the time, but now I recall