certainly more sophisticated. She, too, I noticed, had a tense,
excited expression on her face. As Kennedy and I entered she had
looked us over searchingly.

"Let me present Mr. Kennedy and Mr. Jameson, Mrs. Ogleby," said
Carton quickly. "Both of them know as much about how experts use
those little mechanical eavesdroppers as anyone--except the
inventor."

We bowed and waited for an explanation.

"You understand," continued Carton slowly to us in a tone that
enjoined secrecy, "Mrs. Ogleby, who is a friend of Mr. Murtha,
Dorgan's right-hand man, naturally is alarmed and doesn't want her
name to appear in this thing."

"Oh--it is terrible--terrible," Mrs. Ogleby chimed in in great
agitation. "I don't care about anything else. But, my reputation--
it will be ruined if they connect my name with the case. As soon
as I heard of it--I thought of you, Mr. Carton. I came here
immediately. There must be some way in which you can protect me--
some way that you can get along without using--"

"But, my dear Mrs. Ogleby," interrupted the District Attorney, "I
have told you half a dozen times, I think, that I didn't put the
detectaphone in--"

"Yes, but you will get the record," she persisted excitedly.
"Can't you do something?" she pleaded.