“Roger.” He gazed at the ceiling. “Someday I must seek a cure for this dreadful habit of talking to myself. I guess it stems from the fact that I’m fundamentally a lonely person.”
Cavanaugh smirked. “We’ll stand behind this row of beeping gizmos, just in case someone wanders in early from lunch.”
Crescatelli continued to stare at the ceiling. “What was that sound? The wind? Man, they really need to do something about the drafts in here.” He shuffled the papers on his desk. “Maybe this would be a good time to start outlining my doctoral dissertation—just in case I ever decide to go to college. In order to make an untraceable call, you need to understand about tandems.”
Cavanaugh scribbled into her notepad. “Tandems. That rings a bell.”
“The tandem is the key to the whole Bell telephone switching system. Each tandem is a carrier line with relays capable of switching other tandems in any toll-switching office in North America, either one-to-one or by programming a roundabout route through other tandems. If you call from Dallas to Tulsa and the traffic is heavy on all the direct trunks between the two cities, the tandem automatically reroutes you through the next best route, say for instance, through a tandem down in Shreveport or Houston, then up to Denver, then Wichita, then back to Tulsa.”
“Thanks for the fascinating background info,” Cavanaugh muttered. “So how do you make the untraceable call?”
“When a tandem is not in use, it whistles.”
Travis blinked. “Whistles? Like Yankee Doodle Dandy?”
“Mental note,” Crescatelli said. “Remove all frivolous asides from dissertation before publication. Anyway, when a caller dials a long-distance number, he is immediately connected to a tandem. The tandem stops whistling and converts the number into multifrequency beep tones, then transmits the tones to the tandem in the area code the caller wishes to reach.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Cavanaugh said. “I’ve got the general idea. Get on to the good stuff.”
“You would think this system is utterly immune to interference—who could talk to a tandem? No one could—until someone invented the first blue box.” Crescatelli reached into his bottom desk drawer and withdrew a small blue metal shell case. “You see, Ma Bell got careless. She allowed some egghead on the East Coast to publish an article in a technical journal which, in passing, revealed the actual frequencies Bell uses to create those multifrequency tones. Who’d have thought anyone would notice? Well, one squid at MIT read that issue. And half a day later he’d created the first blue box.”
Crescatelli flipped open a panel on the box to reveal a numeric keypad similar to that found on a telephone receiver. “Of course, Bell subsequently had all issues of that journal yanked from every library in the country. But it was too late. The entire AT&T switching system operates on twelve electronically generated combinations of six master tones—those are the tones you hear sometimes after you dial a long-distance number. The tone for each number is a combination of two fixed tones played simultaneously to create a certain beat frequency. Once those frequencies became public knowledge, all a guy had to do was get a Casio keyboard and a tape deck and record the tones. Play back the recording into a phone receiver and presto!—you’ve made a long-distance phone call without touching the dial.”
Cavanaugh was writing frenetically. “So your tape recorder can now make a long-distance call, something I could’ve done with my fingers. So what?”
Crescatelli shook his head. “I suppose for certain doubting Thomases it will be necessary to explain every little step. Remember the tandem networks? The blue box is programmed with tones that emulate the inactive whistling of a tandem. When the blue-box operator wants to call from Dallas to Tulsa, he might start by calling a toll-free number in Ypsilanti. The tandem in Ypsilanti is seized and starts listening to the beep tones that tell it which number to ring. Meanwhile, a mark is made on the Dallas office accounting tape noting that a call from your number to the Ypsilanti toll-free number has been initiated. The blue-box operator then sends a tone that emulates the inactive whistling of the tandem. The tandem assumes the caller has hung up and stops ringing the toll-free number. As soon as the blue-box operator stops sending the signal, the Ypsilanti tandem assumes the trunk is again being used and listens for a new series of tones to tell it where to call. The blue-box operator beeps out another number, say to Poughkeepsie.”
“Why would anyone call Poughkeepsie?” Travis whispered. Cavanaugh swatted him.
“The tandem relays the call. The blue-box operator can go on like this indefinitely, whistling his way from one tandem to the next, till he decides to connect with his ultimate destination. When he does, he can talk as long as he wants—’cause it’s all going to be charged to the owner of that first toll-free number. More importantly, for the purpose of those on the lam, the call cannot be traced by normal methods, and even abnormal high-tech methods will require much longer than usual.”
“Why is that?”
“Say someone has a trace on the receiving phone; his trace won’t run back to the caller’s phone—he’ll go back to the last tandem in the chain—and then the one before that, and the one before that, and so on and so on. Slowly. Eventually he’ll get back to the caller’s phone, but I’d like to think most people would have the sense not to talk that long.”
Travis whispered to Cavanaugh, “Did you get all that? Or any of that?”
“Enough,” she said, nodding.
“As any fool can see,” Crescatelli continued, “this information could easily be put to nefarious purposes, especially by cheapskates who don’t want to give the phone company its due. Come to think of it, it would probably be irresponsible to write this dissertation. I think I’ll scrap the whole idea.” He sighed. “What the heck. I’ll probably never go to college anyway.”
Cavanaugh stepped out from behind the machinery and quietly slipped the blue box into her purse. “You’re a gem and a half, John, but you’ve only taken me halfway home. How can I trace a phone call made in the past—one that’s already been disconnected? And don’t tell me it can’t be done. I work for the federal prosecutor’s office. I know it can.”
“Then again,” Crescatelli reflected, still staring at the ceiling, “there might be some legitimate uses for the article I envision. After all, once you understand about tandems, there isn’t much you can’t do with the phone system. Every major city has a central accounting computer that maintains their phone records. Of course, this is done for billing purposes, not out of any desire to aid law enforcement officials, but it does come in handy when the police want to know everyone who’s called a particular line within a given time period.”
“How do we access the central computer?”
Crescatelli batted a finger against his lips. “How does one access the central computer? Well, if you have a modem, you do it just like you call anyone else. All you have to know is the number.”
“Then we need the number of the central accounting computer for Dallas,” Travis said.
“Fortunately,” Crescatelli said, “the number of the Dallas computer, now displayed on this terminal screen, is totally top secret. I shudder to think what might happen if an unscrupulous person got hold of it.”
Cavanaugh jotted down the number.
Crescatelli punched a few more numbers on his terminal. “While I’ve been sitting here musing I’ve managed to take the phone line connected by modem to this computer through eighteen tandems crisscrossing the United States. Not absolutely necessary, but it would be best if this inquiry were not easily traced back here, just in case someone should become suspicious. Of course, I’m just doing it to remind myself how it’s done. Anybody could call on this line now and it couldn’t be traced back for twenty years.”