Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-06-27
THE TRL- WEEKLY JOURNALS
MYSTERY SERIAL
ION WINGS OF WIRELESS"
By Arthur B. Reeve
ON WINGS OF WIRELESS
BY Arthur B. Reeve

show; then you may put the car
up"
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 to her.
Dick selected and carried up to
the roof the apparatus and they
went as silently as possible across
the intervening roofs until they
came to the roof of the Inner Circle.
1t was curious roof. In the CEN
ter had been built a great concrete
box as big as a room. There was no
time to investigate that, however.
Garrick fished with a line down
the chimney, by sounding, until he
located the flue to the Pink Room.
Then, dangling down, he lowered
the dictagraph transmitter until it
must have hung, a foot from the
floor of the hearth back of the iron
grill work under the mantel below in
the Pink Room.
GAOc1IlW I1lACS OIA LA4O 1OOlS I11Ch 1IctO
been busy placing his sending set
and Garrick helped him complete
the set-up.
AS they left the studio room, two
men were passing. One Of them
brushed suspiciously against Dick
with enough force to knock the bag
he was carrying out of his hand.
Garrick controlled his temper. Here
were the mysterious shadowers
again. Were they emissaries Of the
gang?
Garrick picked up the bag him.
self, looked significantly at the man,
and remarked, "Well, see? Nothing
dripping!''
AS they had been at work on the
roof, they had determined on plac.
ing the receiving end up at Gar
rick's apartment which was only
several blocks uptown.
At Bachelors Hall Dick worked
rapidly, for it was now getting dark
in spite of the length of the days
EIe unpacked the receiving end of
his wireless dictagraph in the room
then went up on the roof and erect.
ed the portable aerial.
Carefully and deftly he began to
tune up, now that this second install
lat1on was complete. 1t was rather
difficult to get the fine adjustment,
but at last he got the right wave
length.
He looked up at Garrick, smiled
and took the headgear off, handing
it to him. Get that?"
Garrick adjusted it, listened for a
moment in some perplexity, then ex.
claimed, "Why, I can hear the whirr
of vacuum cleaner in the room!"
Dick smiled proudly. ST thing I've
| made the transmitter about as sensi
tive microphone as can be made. ]
only hope it isn't so sensitive that ii
picks up through the wall what hap
pens in the house next door,"
They listened in for several min
utes but there was nothing more
yet. Whoever was cleaning the room
finished and left.
The buzzer on Garrick's door
sounded. He opened it on a crack
1t was Mckay.
II just saw that Rae Larue, with
a man, at the Park Garage on Six
tieth street, where I put the car
up"
What sort Of looking MANI"
II didn't know him, sir. Sort Of
shaggy hair"
Brock" exclaimed Dick, who hat
come over.
"Then Jack Curtis came in a car
He didn't stay long; went downtown
! I think"
Rae had been fussing with the in
| terror of one car in the long line in
/ the garage. She was apparently
very busy but Mckay noticed that
nothing escaped her, no matter how
slight. He had continued to watch
some time.
! Suddenly a very rakish roadster
drew up and Rae looked out of the
sedan in which she was. When she
saw Glenn Buckley in the roadster
she jumped out to meet him.
Glenn greeted her with a sickly
smile.
/ well. you poor fish" exclaimed
Rae. "You must believe in ghosts.
You look as though you'd seen one
What are you doing here?'
Just looking to see If
there's anyone about"
Gee, Glenn, I'm thirsty. Let's
go down to the Inner Circle. Will
you take me?"
Surely. Rae. Always glad to re.
! l1eve a drought and be charitable to
my own at the same time"
Rae grabbed his arm and swung