Daily British Whig (1850), 13 Jan 1925, p. 10

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OHM HLA Service las Continued From Our Last Issue "Nita Walden? Here? Tell her there's a little reception room down there. We'll be with ber right sway." Nita Walden was Sigiriotelll) ° gazed out of the window at her car In which McKay was biting with bulldog grip at his pipe as if con- templating something distasteful. Garrick closed the deor as she rushed excitedly to him and seized his hand with fingers thet clinched unconsciously. "Guy ...1 am & It's Ruth again--my little girl. You must find her for me. I can't take any- one into my confidence except you-- and Dick. I don't know which way to turn. She didn't come home last night. "1 have walked and walked the floor waiting for her. I haven't even had a telephone call from her or' anyone else. hat shall I do? She never, never did this before. My Ruthie--my little girl. Oh, Guy, I can't stand the worry and umcer- tainty of it. Help me, please." Garrick took Nita's arms and led her quietly back to a big seat in one end of the room. Gently he ques tioned her until he had her quieted by concentrating on her answers. There was a knock dt the door. Garrick opened it. It was McKay. "Please, sir, I was just talking to a friend of mine, a chauffeur, who drives for some people out on the south shore, who live up the street. Miss Ruth's car was wrecked out on the Island--ran into a fence Or some- thing on an approach to one of the bridges on the Motor Parkway--over the embankment--near Smithtown." "Was she hurt? Where is she?" Mrs. Willden's acute ears had caught ! sven the modulated words. "No one knows, ma'am. There was not a trace of anyone around the car--just * the machine, | left there." "Oh, Guy, this is terrible, terrible. What shall I do? I'll go wild with fear If 1 don't hear something soon." Garrick took down the telephone receiver and called a Bryant num- ber. Dick glanced over quickly. It was a number he had seen in the hallway of the Inner Circle and had made a mental note of. Evidently Garrick had done the same. "This is Glenn Buckley's brother," he prevaricated. "Is he there? Well, do you know where I can call him? You think he's at the Cecil? Thank you." 4 Garrick turned, without betraying where it was he had called. "They're 7 some friends of his. I thought per- haps Glenn might give us some .in. formation. Suppose, Nita, you have McKay drive us over to the Cecil It's on Park Avenue." They were rounding the Grand Central and caught in traffic when Garrick suddenly beckoned over a newsboy qnd bought a couple of evening papers. "Another robbery on Long Island," he commented, as he glinced down from the big headline, "The Parr estate In Smithtown." Ee "The Parrs?" commented Mrs. Walden. "Why, they're friends of mine, They have a beautiful place, very wealthy peuple. "Strange circumstances," went on reading Garrick, "A girl and two men." Then he checked himself. "Why that's like the affair over gt Gerards' the other night," supplied Mrs. Walden. They found Glenn at the Cecil, looking a bit fagged. : "Ruth, why, she's all right, Mrs. Walden," he hastened. "Yes, I heard something about an accident. Just the steering gear went wrong. But she was quick enough to get from under and the car took the fence in- stead of up the bridge and off--at least that's what I heard." They harried young Buckley with questions, but he was guarded. He protested that 'he knew nothing more, winding up again with the assurance, "She's all right, though." "But how do_you know she's all right?" insisted Ming the formation of letters, the capi- Dick and at arm's length in silence "Because I was talking to Vim over the wire when I made the ap- pointment to meet her at the tea rooms of the Champs Elysees at three and she said she was. That's all I know." - It seemed as though having de- Mvered lijs assurance that Ruth was safe, Glenn was doing some rapid thinking on his own account. How had they located 'him here at the Cecil? , It was true that his family lived here in the winter, but the more he revolved it in 'his mind, the more suspicious of Garrick he be- came and he began to shut up for tear of dropping another inadvertent remark like that about the Champs Elysees. Glenn had not been such & bad guesser. It was nearly three Garrick and Dick sauntered into lobby of the Champs Elysees, looked about csutiously, and proceeded to get under cover. Before the tea room on the mes sanine floor hung a sign: "Radio Concerts Dally." They nosed in, saw | that the coast was clear, and selected a table in an angular corner, with a mirror so placed that it was a verit- THEY SELECTED A TABLE IN AN ANGULAR CORNER. broadcasting some selection as they sat down at the table and ordered tea and crumpets. 4 It was not more than sixty sec- onds after three that they saw Glenn come in, looking pale and tired, se- lect a table at the other end of the room and drop into a chair facing the entrance. ~ Ten minutes later Vira bustled in, excited and angry about something --and worried. Glenn rose and greet- ed her, all animation, now that a girl*was in question. Dick could not avoid the point. blank inquiry. He pulled a little note from his pocket. Inside the envelope was a dainty handkerchief. Garrick looked up with a question. ing smile. Dick flushed. from Ruth several weeks ago . . . Then he stopped. He did not need to explain the dainty little bit of lace. Garrick took the note and laid fit down on the table beside the print. Then with his pencil he began not- tals, a sccre of littls characteristics. "The writing is Ruth's, all right," he remarked. passing both over to pointing from one to the other with the pencil, "I think I'm getting a line on Ruth," he said in a tone to reassure There Was & pause. The concert number was now e solo, "Love's Old Sweet Song." They sat for & moment as the words, clear, tender, distinct, trans- ferred Hertzian waves into waveg of emotion. . Suddenly «~~ ah-h-h Bizz Buzz-2z-23-73. "Paging Miss Ruth Walden from the Sea Vamp. Meet me In the Pink Room tonight. Jack." «The dots and dashes ceased. Brzxzs Buzz-sszs Then the solo started again. Garrick looked into the mirror A few moment's later, Glenn paid the check and the two ross to go. Garrick hastily did the same, "They will tell Ruth," he nodded to Dick as they went out. "She'll be there." In the press in the lobby they man- "Well, if Jack's here , , 4 then Rae ls, too." ' Glenn looked more troubled. Garrick drew Dick over toward the news stand just in time to pre- vent their being seen following. "So Jack Curtis has come in again," ground out Dick. _ "We've just simply got to hear what is said In that Pink Room to- night," considered Garrick, with a glance at Dick as much as to ask, "Are you game?" Dick's face lighted up as if a sun ray arc had been switched on. "My wireless dictagraph!" he ex- claimed. CHAPTER VI THE WIRELESS DICTAGRAPH 66 UR wireless dictagraph? Bully!" exclaimed Garrick. "We could use that little mechanical eavesdropper. Where is nr "In my laboratory." Garrick's face fell. - He glanced at his watch and then at the sun. "Yes « IT think we can make it 4, 4 o We must." Two hours later found them in Dick's own wireless workshop. It was the boathouse on his estate where he had done some remarkable things with wireless. It was true that Defoe had some wonderful equipment but all the equipment in the world would not have availed him if he had not had that spark of inventive genius inherited from his famous father. As he packed the parts Dick hasti- ly enumerated them, his sending set, batteries, coils of wire, small portable antennae, and the receiving set. Garrick had been thinking out a plan for the installing of the dicta. graph. Up the street from the Inner Circle were two houses turned into studio. apartments. He found the caretaker and the conversation was lucrative fo her. Dick selected and carried up to the roof the apparatus and they went as silently as possible across the inter- vening roofs until they came to the roof of the Inner Circle. It was a curious roof. In the cen- ter had been built a great concrete Then, dangling down, he lowered the dictagraph tranamitter until it m have hung a foot from the floor the hearth back of the fron grill work under the mantel! below in the Pink Room. Meanwhile, on the roof, Dick had been busy placing his sending set and Garrick helped him complete the set-up. As they had been at work on the roof, they had determined on plao- ing the receiving end up at Gar rick's apartment which wes only several blocks uptown. At Bachelofs" Hall Dick worked rapidly, for it was now getting dark in spite of the length of the days. He unpacked the receiving end of his wireless dictagraph in the room, then went up on the roof and erect ed the portable aerial, * lly and deftly he began to tune up, now that this second instal lation was complete. "She's a game bird--but she (Continued in Our Next Issue) | 61. for cuts, chapped chilblains, cold- sores, bring swift clean healing. Zam-Buk is i ever Found Anything. fo Equal Zam-Buk , burns, scalds, etc., to check bleeding, inflammation and pain, and poisoned ulcers, = eczema, sores, , piles, bad legs... Of Bute herbal origin, itely superior to artificial ointments composed of Foi Mr. Henry €. 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