"
"Don't they know where he went?" asked Alice. "It's very important
that we find him."
"I'll see if anyone knows," came back the answer. Then ensued more
waiting, but at the end came a gleam of hope.
"Mr. Blackson, in the camera room, says he heard Russ say he was
going to the Odeon Theater," Miss Miller stated. "He is trying to get
one of his attachments tried there."
"Where is the Odeon?" asked Alice, nervously drumming with her
fingers on the telephone shelf.
"It's on Eightieth Street somewhere. Wait, I'll look up the telephone
number for you. They take our service, you know."
In a few seconds Miss Miller had given the desired information, and
then Alice said "good-bye" to her, frantically working the receiver
hook of her instrument up and down to call the attention of the main
central operator.
"And give them a good, long ring!" Alice added, as she gave the
number. "It's very important."
"Very well," answered central.
There came more waiting. It was a bad time to get anyone, for it was
now shortly after six o'clock, just when most persons were leaving
for home or supper.
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