New Britain herald., 1922-06-15

Sonnd, pfoDhDly on lts way ehstt d
 Garrick finished. There was si | lence. He looked about stupidly. No that he could have expected any | thing else than silence. Yet 1t wal
 weird, uncanny He had spoken te
 a mute and invisible audience. Wa | 1t one. n hundred, n thousand.
 hundred thousand? TO one could dc
 other than gucs.
 Always the radio Is q tempcra'
 mental thing. that is, If you can sa, inaniNate things nre temperancntal
 there'A natural depravity about 1t
 But think conditions are fine, just now"
 Garricls turned, It was Professor Vario who had just heard he was ing at the news. "It has worked
 best when nobody was around to ap-
 preciate 1t and not so good when its
 on parade. The radiophone with its delicates tubes and controls somc- times lies down on the job at the wrong moment. But VIC don't have
 much Of that trouble here" Nasty inquiries and a promise to
 put the whole of the Rock Ledge equipment at their disposal followed.
 Now, Dick" exclaimed Garrick energetically, outside. i've got that
 first call off. Now you can have your way. To the city,"
 AS they whirled down the splendid road Garrick could not get out of his mind the similar impression he had between broadcasting and picture studio. T suppost in one case it's one sided pantomime, in the other motto applies to both. Get it across' It's a new art, not much more than a year old, is it, Dick? An old story to you; but full of. interest to me as detective. Broadcasting as busi- ness will settle down, I suppose. This Radio Central service is really a pub lie service. Just now it's like the talk ing machine companies selling you an instrument and giving away the records.'
 A surprise awaited them as they drew up at Glenn's garage guarded by the Astra agency men.
 Glad you came, sir, exclaimed the agency manager himself. I've got three men here. now?"
 Three men?" queried Garrick. Why is that?"
 The manager, for answer, took him inside and closed the door. In the corner was well-dresed, expensively dressed man with a Greek cast of countenance, handcuffed.
 This man-hs name, he says, is in here early tonight and claimed this stuff, said he had bill of sale of something of it. and wanted to arrange for a truck to take it out.'
 ing at the handcuffs on the restless prisoner. But isn't this bit high handed?"
 The Astra manager smiled know ingly. With contrabrand, sir, like this-stolen goods? He's an acces- sorry after the fact-maybe-at least a receiver of stolen goods"
 The prisoner seemed to regard Gar rick as a saviour. He showed signs of loosening up on his surly reti- cence.
 You see, sir I buy the Inner ?-for fifty thou sand dollar, understand? If 1 get all the goods, understand ?" He turned aside and opened his coat for Garrick alone. IT. his inside pocket was long envelope with fifty one thousand dollar bills. T make pay ment when 1 get all stuff, here, too, 
 Garrick did understand. It was a | matter of making a quick sell-out md getaway. Where's your bill of | sale or whatever it is you have for his?"
 Achilleo pulled out a paper. It | vas signed by Georges and Rae La .ue as agent in fact. Let the buyer | laughed Garrick as he re- urned it. Now, I understand that l he money is to pass tonight at the | nner Circle when this is signed?" The man nodded and grinned with l perfect worries. Then, if you want | 0 get free in this little legal trans lction. Mir. Achilleo, and have that | fifty thousand yourself instead of eaving it in court as cash bail, take ne to the Inner Circle and get the ,oods."
 The thought of the hard earned ash settled Achilleo. Tine man and he girl are now there," he reported $ he left the telephone, with hand uffs slipped.
 Garrick's raid of the Inner Circle yas a noiseless, if not painless affair. But it was onN fifty per cent success u. The net closed on Georges; Rae ,arue was nowhere about.
 Georges shut up like clam. It was nore than evident, however, that he 1as not the man at-the-top."
 Thoroughly they searched, but here was not trace of Rae. Nor ,as there a trace of Ruth or the thers.
 "So--the cellar is on the roof" aughed Garrick, as they uncovered he little concrete room they had seen ,hen they installed the dictagraph rial. Here's q small fortune, alone, l these cases. When l poked my head ut through the scuttle, Dick, l saw our aerial all snarled up and tangled, yrecked."
 Dick did not appear to be inter- sted. Maybe they had a secret kit over the roofs in cas, nf a raid |