"Stop, look, and listen! Back of the bar I see two men in a room, but they did not see me. One is Tim Meehan, the other is a stenographer.
He is taking notes. Each of them has on the ear-muffs of a dictagraph.
Looks like you'd better watch your step and not say nothing you don't want Tammany to print.'" The voice of Mrs. Earle rose in a shrill shriek.
"Him--a gilded saint?" she screamed; "you big stiff! He knew he was talking into a dictagraph all the time, and he double-crossed us!"