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Updated: May 6, 2025
We'll manage it somehow got to." The girl rose, to sink upon a seat in the corner. "That's right," shouted Curlie. "You stay right here. We'll be company for each other. Fellow needs company on a night like this. Besides, I've got something to say, a lot to say, to you and Joe as soon as the radiophone is tuned up again. Got to say it before I get killed again," he chuckled.
So Curlie sat there surrounded by wire-wrapped frames, coils, keys, buttons, switches, motors, dry-cells, storage batteries and all the odds and ends which made up the equipment of the most perfect listening-in station in the world. As he sat there with Joe Marion, his pal, by his side, his brow was wrinkled in thought. He was reviewing the events of the previous night.
"And yet," he mused, after a moment, "I've done nothing to be ashamed of. I'm an officer of the law. I did what I did because a fellow was resisting arrest. Ho, well, I'll just let things stand and simmer. Something may come to the top yet." It was a tense situation for Curlie. He spent an uneasy night and that in spite of the fact that the air was particularly free from trouble.
He shifted uneasily in his chair, then held his ear close to the loud speaker tuned to 200. A message came floating in to him across the air, a mysterious whispered message. "Hello, Curlie," it said. "You don't know me, but you have seen me " Automatically Curlie's fingers moved the radio-compass backward and forward while his mind gauged the distance.
Behind locked and barred doors, surrounded by numberless mysterious-looking instruments, sat Curlie Carson. To the right of him was a narrow window. Through that window, a dizzy depth below, lay the city. Its square, flat roofs formed a mammoth checker-board. Between the squares criss-crossed the narrow black streets.
It was a typewritten letter signed in a bold business hand. It ran: "It is with great pleasure that I inclose a check for the sum of the reward offered for the safe return of my son. Curlie looked at the check, then uttered a low whistle. "Pay to the order of C. Carson, $10,000.00," he whispered. Then out loud: "Joe, what would a fellow do with ten thousand dollars?"
Mannering, by the shoreside at Annan, and a mair decent, orderly couple, with six as fine bairns as ye would wish to see plash in a saltwater dub; and little curlie Godfrey that's the eldest, the come o' will, as I may say he's on board an excise yacht.
Mannering, by the shoreside at Annan, and a mair decent, orderly couple, with six as fine bairns as ye would wish to see plash in a saltwater dub; and little curlie Godfrey that's the eldest, the come o' will, as I may say he's on board an excise yacht.
"Come on," exclaimed Curlie, grabbing his hat and dragging Joe to his feet. "It's a big one. Moves, he says. Sends 600; big power. Bet it's that same hotel fellow. Gee whiz! Supposing it turned out to be that sixteenth story girl and she caught me spying on her. I tell you it's something big!"
Curlie believed that he had told the truth. Here was an added mystery. He was revolving this in his mind when the girl spoke: "It must be very interesting listening in." "Listening in?" Curlie feigned ignorance of her meaning. "Yes, isn't that what you do? Listen in on radio all the time?" Curlie started. How did she know? "Why, yes, since you've asked, that is my work."
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