snapped her fingers. âWait a minute. I remember a case where the main phone line was bugged. It was in an old building like this one, and the main connection panel was in the basement.â
She swung her gaze to Tony. âDoes this place have a basement?â
âYeah. But Iâve never been down there.â
Nancy pulled her flashlight from her purse. âThereâs always a first time.â
âBess and I will answer the phones until the hotline closes,â George said.
âAre you sure you know what youâre doing?â Tony asked Nancy as they went down to the first floor.
Nancy laughed. âNo. But Iâll figure it out as I go.â
She followed him past the rec room and Mr. Aâs office. The door was closed, and the only light still on was the one in the hallway.
âThe basement,â Tony said, pointing to the door beyond the directorâs office.
Slowly, he opened it. A wave of damp, musty air hit Nancy in the face.
Tony ran his fingers along the wall, looking for a light switch. When he flicked it on, nothing happened.
âGreat,â he muttered. âThis could be a scene from a horror movie.â
Nancy grinned, pulled her flashlight out of her bag, then flicked it on. The beam lighted the wooden steps and the landing at the bottom. Cobwebs hung from the banister.
âIâll go first.â Nancy stepped onto the top step. It creaked eerily. Carefully, she made her way down into the dungeonlike room. She could hear Tonyâs footsteps behind her.
When she reached the bottom, she swung the beam in an arc. Shadows loomed in every corner. A lone light socket hung from the ceiling. Nancy aimed the flashlight on it.
âSomeone took the bulb out,â she whispered.
Nervously, Tony stepped closer to her. âLetâs just hope whoever took it isnât big and meanâand still here.â
âLook!â Nancy pointed the beam at the wall on the right. Next to the furnace was the main phone panel, the box where all the phone lines in the building converged.
Nancy scrambled over several dust-covered boxes to get to it. From the panel, a number of colored wires ran in different directions.
âWhat are we looking for?â Tony asked.
âOther wires spliced into these colored ones,â Nancy told him. âThat means someone hastapped directly into the line. In newer buildings, the phone wiring is in a secured area. But in these old buildings itâs wide openâa wiretapperâs dream.â
âBoy, this is more like a spy movie than a horror film.â Tony moved to Nancyâs right and began checking the wires that went toward the ceiling. Bending down, Nancy ran her fingers along the ones that headed behind the furnace.
âBingo!â she said triumphantly. She aimed her flashlight on a wire that had been cut in two. New wires had been taped onto each end of the cut wire. Nancy ran the flashlight beam down the spliced-on wires, following them all the way to a tape recorder concealed in a shoebox behind the furnace.
âWhew.â Nancy whistled appreciatively. âSomeone knows what theyâre doing. I bet the recorder has a dropout relay. That means when the phone is used, the recorder automatically switches on.â
Tony peered over Nancyâs shoulder, trying to get a better look. âSo how do we know if it works?â
âWe try it out. Go up to the pay phone and call the hotline number. Iâll stay here and see if the tape recorder starts up.â
Tony looked uncertain. âYouâre going to stay down hereâalone?â
âSure.â Nancy gave him a reassuring smile.âIâll be fine. Once we know if this works, weâll call B.D.â
âAll right.â
Stepping away from the furnace, Nancy turned her flashlight toward the steps so Tony could see where he was going. He stumbled over a box, then hurried up the stairs.
Nancy had to chuckle. She
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