 And the indicator started flashing again. It was going down. Now was my time to signal the night man while he was still in the car. Before I had a chance, the telephone began to ring. It was coming from my office. Keep ringing, Joe. I'm coming. Just don't stop ringing. Hello. Hello, Joe. Oh, ain't this Gladstone 2707? That's right. Are you calling... Well, give me Sammy. Who? I want to talk to Sammy. Oh, right number, girly. Wrong party. I looked at the clock. It was no use. Too late.