Mrs. Stevenson tried to phone her husband several times in the middle of the night while lying on her bed, but no one answered. Mrs. Stevenson, who is a disabled person, was concerned and frustrated by this.
Hello, who is this? What number am I calling?
I got your message, George.Everything okay for tonight?
Make it quick. Our client doesn't wish to make her suffer long.
I've just had a dreadful shocktonight over the telephone! It was about a murder!
Mrs. Stevenson, who was becoming increasingly frustrated, sought assistance from the operators and instructed them to phone her husband's office number.
Chief Operator. How may I help you?
A murder?
Mrs. Stevenson had been dead by the time the cops answered. "Sorry, wrong number," muttered the murderer when he picked up the phone.
You need to help me! Someone's going to murder me! He's coming! Call the police! AHHHHH!
While trying to contact her husband, an error occurred, and she overheard another phone discussion between two random males conspiring to murder a woman later at 11:15 p.m.
As she spoke with the operator, she expressed her dissatisfaction with what had occurred. She advised them to search everywhere right away because the murder will take place in a few hours. The operator assured her that everything would be OK and that they would take care of it. Mrs. Stevenson was furious when they finished the call.
When the phone began to ring, she picked it up immediately. It's from the Western Union Office, and her spouse has sent her a telegram. She was very scared as she heard footsteps approaching from below.