Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-06-13
THE TRL- WEEKLY JOURNALS
MYSTERY SERIAL
ION WINGS OF WIRELESS"
ION WINGS OF WIRELESS!
BY Arthur B. Reeve


a signal, all right"
"was the fellow in the tower
Glenn Buckley, YOU Think
Looked like him, SIR
"Who was the girl"
'I can't say, SIR"
"That will do, john" motioned
Mrs. Walden.
There was something in her tone
that checked Garrick from insisting
on the pursuit Of the identity of the
mystery girl.
Mckay touched his hat and re-
turned to his car quicker than he
had left it.
Garrick turned keenly toward Mrs.
Walden. what does Ruth say?
Who was up there? Was she in the
tower?"
Mrs. Walden looked away and
murmured, Ruth refuses to say
anything
"Was it Glenn in the tower?"
Mia was getting more nervous by
the second. "She won't say" she
replied in a hoarse whisper.
Him." considered Garrick. "It
comes down to whether 1t is anoth.
er crime in the wave of crime that
has been hitting country places this
summer-or is 1t a job pulled off
with the assistance Of some one at
the dancer
Nita Walden shook off a restraint,
as If 1t had been a wrap. She had
come at last to the real point that
had led her to seek Garrick's coun-
sci and now stood trembling as If
on springboard over the water.
This morning." she blurted out
IN desperation, "a messenger bow
delivered a package to Ruth. In it
were her jewels that had been taken
from her--the Walden pearlsi"
"Whew! Have any of the others
a hoax?'
moi" Nita sank back in a wicker
chair, her splendid shoulders con-
vulsed as she sank her head into
a little flimsy lace handkerchief and
sobbed. II am frantic about Ruth's
silence. Is silence confession?
!. Better to lose the jewels a
hundred times than to have
them returned Under such. circuna.
stancesr'
/ Garrick was thinking about Ruth
Walden, the pretty flapper sub-deb.
He said something soothing, reas
surfing.
"I didn't think Ruth was much
more than child" walled Nita,
Strengthening and dabbing at her
eyes with. the handkerchief, "but
she has been going to all sorts of
Dances"
What sort of dances?"
The cabarets in the city--and
roadhouses out there on the island. /"
Garrick involuntarily elevated his
eyebrows.
oh, it's. not a question of morals
alone" she FASTENED. AFTER all.
sometimes common sense and fool
1shness are fair, equivalents for
right and wrong"
Guy looked up quickly, genuinely
surprised at this bit of worldly wis.
dom.
when girls do stupid, dangerous
things, trouble follows she per
sisted, IF not at once, a bit later
I'm afraid this is case Of 1t. Besides
Ruth comes into the income
from the .ten-million TRUST fund OF
her fathers estate next month wher
she IS eighteen
"Who are in this set?' asked Gar
rick, then In a tone of gentle raillery.
who are these dancing menu"
There's young Glenn Buckley.
| They call him the Demon Lover, you
know. He's just a smart college kid
with pile of money and smatter.
ing of information. He can take up
cricket or radio or acting or rela-
tivity or banking-ha knows them
all. Another Is that Jack Curtis,
over at the hotel. They call hiin
Observation-Disclosures the sauce to
anything they arrange, makes il
snappy. In my humble opinion.
though, he's nothing more nor less
than another cabaret product"
Il know him +. what call a
ditto boy plunges in with a big
splash and swtrns with the tide"
t'Oh, why can't Ruth accept Dick
Defoe?" implored Nita.
Richard Defoe was a friend of
Garrick, graduate of a great en-
, cheering school, son of a famous
engineer and already an inventor of
no mean fame. OF late he had
turned all his attention to a radio in
ventioE in which he seemed to have
strange aptitude. His work on
wireless photo transmission, his per.
lection Of a wireless dictagraph and
wireless telautograph had won him
wide recognition. Just now he was
at work on q radio boat, . redo az.
topaobile and 2 radio airplSae.
Go Be ContinuedO