Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-10-11

that's all. Hes absolutely sure to
come TO tho conclusions have Just dc.
tailed, only he'll get thsro Q little
more slowly. That's why I want you
in on this thing. Hallowell"
Flows thatf'
We'll publish everything up to Gate
and cut the ground from under him."
whats you special crouch ON FL
bridge. anyway? asked Jack.
II like to worry him." replied Percy
barrow non.committally.
appeared - though some one had
turned q switch. The reporter. the
operator and the SCIENTISTS young 40.
sistant moved involuntarily as though
lodging, and blinked. barrow shaded
HE eye0 with one hand and proceeded
% though nothing had happened.
Hero are the exclusive points of
your story" he said to Hallowell.
handing q sheaf OF yellow wireless
forms. II got them In McCarthy's of.
nee. They arc messages from the I'M.
known wielder of the mysterious pow.
er to his enemy, the political boss.
There will be plenty who will conclude
these messages to be the result Of
fanaticlsm. after the fact; that is to
say. they will conclude some wireless
amateur has taken advantage Of
natural phenomena and. by claiming
himself the author of them, has at
tempted to use them again his enemy.
OF course, the answer to that is that
II the Unknown-let's coll him Mon.
sieur x-did not cause these strange
things, he at least knew enough about
them to predict them accurately"
"You just leave that to me-" hum
med Halloweil under his breath. The
reporter had been glanciug over the
wireless forms. and his eyes were
shining with delight
Here IL the last one" said Darrow.
producing a c1umpled yellow paper
from his pocket. Il went back after
It,"
mccarthy: My patience is at an END:
Your last warning will be sent you at
niIe thirty this morning 90 ne.
You are of . stubborn and stin-necked
but am your lord and MAG
ter, and my wrath shall DO visited on
you. Begone. or you shall die the DEATH ;"
THAT bluned him out" said Darrow.
"and 1 don't blame him. Now. Sim
said he. turning to the opera
tor, who had sat in utter silence. now
about It? Are you with Us, or against
us7'
How do you meant" demanded Sim
mons.
This" said barrow sharply. '"The
time has passed for concealment.
Every message through the ether
must now reach the public. We must
send messages back. The case is out
of private hands; it has become i'm
portant to the people. VIII you agree
on your honor faithfully to transmit"
He leaned forward, his indolent franc
tense. "Are you afraid Of
"He's been good to NETS . family
matter" muttered the operator.
We'll" Darrow arose. crossed TO
the operator, and whispered TO him for
. moment. "You see the seriousness
you arc IN intelligent man."
The operator turned pale.
II hadn't thought Of that he mutt
tered. Il hadn't thought Of that. or
course I'm with you"
Il thought you would be-" d-awled
Percy Darrow slowly. III you hadn't
decided to be. I'd have had another
man put in your place. Hadn't thought
Of that, either. had you?"
mo. sir" replied Simmons.
well, prefer you. It's no Job for
. gutter, and l believe you'll stick"
I'll stick" repeated Simmons.
We'll, to work." said Darrow, light
Ing the cigarette he had been playing
with. Send this out, ard see IL you
can reach Monsieur x.
"'M,'" he dictated slowly. "'Do yon
get thisr Repeat that until you get a
reply"
Without comment tho operator turn
cd to his key. The long ripping crash
es Of the wireless sender followed the
Of his fingers.
Il get his IT," he said. after =
moment. ITS almighty faint"
Mccarthy has disappeared. Can
40 longer reach him with your nas-
yages.'"
"He merely answers TT" OBJ
served the operator.
by the way" asked barrow. what
Is your shift, anyhow? Weren't yoa
On at night whom this thing began!
I'm still on at night: but Mr.. Nc
Carthy sent mo . message, and asked
MO to stay on all this morning % .
personal favor to him."
Il see. Then you're still on at
night?"
Yes. STR"
well, tell Monsieur K that fact, put
yourself at his disposal. and tell him
he'd better get all his messages to
you rather than to the other operators
here"
IAN right"
"There's your story" said barrow TO
Its in those messages.
The scientific aspect will probably BIO
done by somebody for the evening pa
pers. You better concentrate on Mon
sieur KS connection with MCCARTHY"
"say. my friend" said Hallowell
earnestly, do you think I'm reporter
Tor the Scientific American or . newS-
paper?"
All three rose. The operator was
busy crashing away at his l.eyden jars.
What nextw asked Jack.
"That depends on two things"