Larry gave the exact information.
"Stay right in the booth, and keep on talking; say anything you like;
the wire here will be kept open," continued the voice. "We'll not keep
you waiting long, sir."
The voice ceased. Larry began to chat about topics of the day, about
invented friends and engagements, well knowing that his stream of talk
was not being heard unless Central was "listening in"; and knowing
also that, to any one looking into the glass door of his booth, he was
giving a most unsuspicious appearance of a busy man. And while he
talked, his wonder grew. What was about to happen? What was this
Benvenuto Cellini business all about?
He had been talking for fifteen minutes or more when the glass door of
the booth was opened from without and a man's voice remarked:
"When you are through, sir, we will be going."
The voice was the same he had heard over the wire. Larry hung up and
followed the man out the side door, noting only that he had a lean,
respectful face. At the curb stood a limousine, the door of which was
opened by the man for Larry. Larry stepped in.
"Are you followed, sir?" inquired the man.
"I don't know."
"We'd better make certain. If you are, we'll lose them, sir. We'll
stop somewhere and change our license plates again.
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