"
"That's so," agreed Ruth. "Why, we could have used one of the
telephones in the apartment!"
"No, some of the neighbors would overhear us, and we don't want
that."
"Why not?" Ruth wanted to know.
"Because you can't tell but one of those men may be watching this
place, and some of the neighbors may be in league with them. Besides,
all the telephones here are on party wires, and when you talk over
one, some of the other subscribers on the same circuit may listen,
for all we can tell. It isn't safe."
"My! You think of everything!" exclaimed Ruth, admiringly. "How do
you manage it?"
"Oh, it just seems to come to me," replied Alice, with a laugh. "Come
on," she added, after they had walked a little way. "There's a drug
store and there's a telephone booth in it. Do you want to talk to
Russ, in case he's there?"
"Oh, no, you'd better," responded Ruth, blushing.
"I will not. I'll call up the studio, but if he's there I want you to
be the one to tell him. He'll appreciate it."
"All right," agreed Ruth, and the blush grew deeper.
Alice quickly got the number of the moving picture studio.
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