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When on the morrow no call of any kind came from O'Connel Mr. Crowninshield was, as his son expressed it, "fit to be tied." "I can't see why we do not hear something to-day," fumed he. "He can't expect us to wait developments forever. Are you sure you did not miss the signal, Bob." "I don't see how I could have missed it," replied the operator patiently. "But he always does call, doesn't he?"
"The government was closing the Bell Reef station and they simply shifted the two men who were there over to our place." "Did you and O'Connel both decide to leave?" Bob's eyes twinkled. "O'Connel has just answered an advertisement as operator aboard a private yacht," said he, exchanging a glance with Mr. Crowninshield. Evidently there was some jest between them that amused them vastly.
"Once we are in touch with O'Connel we can know every thought they think aboard the Siren as soon as they have thought it." The uncertainties that clouded the younger man's face vanished. "That's right," smiled he. "From now on we should be able to checkmate them pretty neatly." Mr. Crowninshield put his finger to his lips significantly. The two city electricians were approaching.
Lyman will be on hand and go along too to nail their man!" cried the delighted Walter. "Not so fast, son," returned Mr. Crowninshield. "We are not going to track them down so close and scare them off at the outset. No, we sha'n't send any one with O'Connel. He'll go and meet the agent and follow up directions precisely as if he knew nothing about Lola.
"Won't he what, my dear?" inquired her husband. "Aren't you afraid he will be angry and " she held the wee dog closer in her arms. "He will be angry all right," agreed O'Connel. "But you need have no fears that he will do anything more, ma'am. He is on too dangerous ground. In the first place he cannot accuse me of appropriating his dog for I can answer him that it was stolen in the first place.
"I would not have credited either of you with so many brains. To think of your getting that radio call! It is marvelous. And then to take it to Burns! That was a master stroke. The idea would never have entered my head. But what puzzles me is the message itself. Do you suppose O'Connel has kidnapped Lola; or how has he got possession of her?
She was a weak, wretched little dog but it was she. "However did you manage it, Mr. O'Connel?" cried Mrs. Crowninshield who had come racing down the steps and gathered her favorite into her arms. Breathlessly the group clustered about the wee puppy. "Well, the first thing I did was to convince myself the dog aboard the yacht was really the one we were after.
"But we have not been idle all that time, man, Dacie and Lyman have been working; O'Connel has been using his eyes and ears I hope; and we have this wireless set up." "Yes, we have certainly accomplished something," admitted Bob. "Accomplished something! I should say we had! Besides, this is not the sort of case one need hurry on. Nothing is going to be done suddenly," explained the financier.
He seemed in a powerful rush to be off and wasn't overgracious." "But could Bob leave now, Archibald?" questioned his wife. "Isn't there the possibility of news from Mr. O'Connel?" "Jove! I had forgotten that." "Maybe O'Connel won't call; he didn't to-day, you know," Nancy said. "It seems to me Bob ought to go and land those chaps if there is a chance of doing it," Dick declared.
What will you find to lay to the charge of Ministers in the coming session? What has become of your late patron, Mr O'Connel? Is "his occupation gone?" "like a worn-out lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey?" What can you any longer do, or affect to do, old gentleman, to earn your honourable wages?
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