ome Monday. He supposed there was something wrong with the mechanism. He did not know that the panklaggephone had absorbed up to its full capacity.
The home of the Geoffreys was in a very refined and quiet section of the town; a section so quiet that, after ten o'clock at night, the steps of the police officer could be heard for several blocks, and when Mrs. Geoffrey went to her dining-room that night at one o'clock to see if she had really forgotten to lock the windows, she was greatly pleased to hear the steps of the policeman on the street before the house. It made her feel much safer. She was always a little nervous when Geoffrey was away.
The moment she reached the top of the stairs she paused, listening. From below, somewhere, she heard the sound of a heavy truck jolting over a stone-paved street. Tin-sound seemed to come from the front hall, as if the truck were being driven about the hall itself. Mrs. Geoffrey turned pale, and a scared look settled upon her face. She could hear the heavy
Geoffrey invents a machine that absorbs sound--all sound--and especially noise, leaving behind only quiet. He sets up his factory to make the machines next to Casey's boiler manufacturing establishment.
There's not a serious word in the story; the ending is rather mild. Casey is amusingly dense and speaks with an accent that might be Irish. The characters are cartoon-ish. If you're looking for something short and light, this will do.
I generally like this author, but this story lacked his usual creativeness and the punch line at the end was weak. It's only 7 pages though, so not much lost to read.
The panklaggephone is a nice idea, albeit rather farcical. Its comedy value is somewhat underused in this almost-Dr Seuss style short story.