Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-06-20
THE TRL- WEEKLY JOURNALS
MYSTERY SERIAL
ION WINGS OF WIRELESS"
By Arthur B. Reeve
BY Arthur B. Reeve

struggling, cropping, gasping back.
Outside he could hear the bells and
the shouts of the local fire fighters.
Handkerchief crushed over his nose
and e. he stumbled in the hall
way.
Don't get up, Dick. You'll stay
here with me tonight" In a daze
Dick felt sheets under him and over
him. They've given me rooms in
the west wing until repairs are
made" explained Garrick.
Dick blinked around, his eyes still
singing and his head in a whirl.
"Wh-who did it?" he gasped. "Who
gothic things?"
Garrick smiled quietly. II don't
know who got the prints I made.
The film itself and the hat were in
the club safe half an hour after you
left this afternoon"- 49,. -
Early in the morning came call
from Greenport. The "Bacchante"
had dropped anchor during the
night. With an early breakfast Gar
rick and Dick were speeding east
ward, Garrick deeply affected by the
lmpulsive devotion of his friend the
night before, Dick still living over
the dance. ... -...
"She rides on an even kee1-for a
boat with such a name! exclaimed
Garrick as they stood on dock in
his friends shipyard observing the
''Bacchante."
Splendid lines!' enthused Dick,
"What I'm most interested in Is
what I believe must be very eff
cient wireless on her." muttered
Garrick.
A small boat had put out from
her and was rowing toward the ship
yard. The shipbuilder himself join
ed them.
"Take that former submarine pa
troll boat" winked Garrick to him.
That's a fast craft, capable Of 60
ing anywhere. What might boat
like that cost, If you could pick one
up?"
The builder caught the cue. They
were deep in designs and prices
when Dick suddenly interrupted at
the approach Of two men from the
street to the town. Professor Va
rio :. and, by jove, Ja> "'
The four stood talking boats as
the skiff with a sailor neared them.
Vario was a thick-set man with a
shock Of hair and bushy eyebrows.
His manner was the manner of a
scientist, but his sun-bronzed skin
showed intimate acquaintance with
the outdoors.
Dick, who had known him quite
well, soon discovered that he was
on little vacation, his family hav-
ia lynr q nntt q Chn1tnYs
Island.
"He's the best radio trouble find
er in the world" put in Curtis.
There's a friend Of mine down east
owns t. boat. He had 'em, put in
and pick me up. But they told me
their wireless was on the blink. So
I thought of the PROFESSOR here and
he agreed to come over and look it
over. If there's ,ything wrong,
he'll get it right"
The skiff had come alongside by
this time. "Say, partner" inquired
the builder OF Curtis, you seem to
know my customers here. If I row
them out would you mind if they
took look at the boat?" Then,
aside, Il think IN make sale
maybe get an order to build"
Dick nodded ungraciously and the
two skiffs set out.
It was perhaps an hour, or even
more, that Vario buried himself in
the cabin, going over everything
from aerial to headgear, testing
vacuum tubes, getting a fine adjust
ment on the variable condenser. The
air fairly reeked with talk of tuning
COILS, transformers, Variocouplers
and variometers, rheostats and re-
generative sets, the merits and de-
merits of nearly every controversial
piece OF apparatus known to radio.
1t was to be expected, thought Gar.
rick, with practical man like Vario
meeting up with Dick, Of the in
ventlve mind. In fact, he was
pleased.
The second hour was 1engthening
when Vario had the apparatus work
ing properly. Curtis, who had spent
most OF the time in the little pilot
mouse going over some charts with
the navigator, rejoined them.
Suppose you're going back to
your cottage, professor, not to Rock
Ledge yet?' he asked, then turned,
unpend1ng a bit, to Garrick and
Dick. Like to take a little rim
over to Shelter Island with us and
pack while we take the professor
homer" 0'0-
The shipbuilder excused himself
and dropped down into his skiff and
the 'Bacchante" was cutting across
soon at a great clip, as if proud to
show her PAGES.
At Manhaset Curtis decided to
land with Professor Vario, to be
picked up later, and the scout boat
swung about to land Garrick and
DICK back to Greenport.
IL did not take Garrick long tn
Ilnd an excuse for one Of his hastv
surveys of the cabin. AS usual as
II by instinct, he put his finger on
the spot. 1t was a slip of paner
tucked in what passed for a Ioe.
DOCK. He passed it to Dick:
5-22,22 $50 cases S. S. ARROYO.
Dick looked up and whisnarad
quickly. Smuggling from Latin.
American ships?"
Garr1ck did not even answer E5is
iorerlnger was travelling down a
iist OF calls pasted in the front NJ
the book: oli' VI
"CkGG The Inner Circle. .*w
.E-Yah!' growled a thickly Nor
Weglan voice as the navigator poked
ms mead in. "Snooping-eh? I
snow! He blew sharply on a whis-
tie from his pocket.
instantly it seemed as if the crew
sWarmed from every direction. It
was a glorious, if, ignoble, fight. In
ABOUT the time that it might have
taken to tell it Garrick and Dick
round themselves flung overheard in
the open of Greenport Harbor with
the tide running strong out of Pc
conclc Bay into GARDENERS Bay.
only a couple of athletes would