A man like Valmon Dain is too hot for me.

      The only break in the chain of silence was when, in a few seconds, the clear treble of the telephone girl's voice came on at the exchange with her businesslike               "Number please?"

    Lazard pulled the instrument nearer to him.

    "This is the Count Lazard speaking," he said suavely. "I'm sorry to trouble you, miss, but I think there must be something wrong with my telephone. Has anyone been trying to ring me up?"

    "I couldn't remember offhand, sir, but I don't think so," replied the girl politely.

     "Nobody has called me and failed to get through?"

    "No, sir; not during the last hour, at least."

     "Just one more question, miss. Could you tell me if there is a crossed wire on your switchboard-one which throws a connection across to my line from another exchange?"

      "Just a moment, s
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