New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 16, 1922, Page 14

By ARTHUR 16 (Continued From Our Last Issue) CHAPTER XI THE NOISES OF SPACE Tt was early in the morning when Garrick and Dick turned into the driveway of Glenn's house at Nono wantuc. “Any word of queried Glenn. “Not yet. But there is something you can do. Have you had your breakfast? Then come along.'"” At Defoe's boathouse-laboratory Garrick posted Glenn on guard “Now, look here, boy—if you love Vira and want her back, guard this place as you would your life." Gar- rick had assumed a rather stern tone; he knew he must impress Glenn. “Inside and out,”” he added serjously #I'd like to he with you hunting the girls,”” returned Glenn promtply, *“but if sticking here will help me, de- pend on me. I'll be a sticker, all right Only for heavens' sake, get those girls."” Diek grasped his hand and Garrick slapped his back encouragingly. With one last look to see that nothing had been disturbed, Dick grahbed up a small oak case and some qther portable paraphernalia and lugged it out of the car. Vever can tell,” he said to Gar- rick. “I hate to be out of radio touch And why the club can't appropriate money for an outfit, I can't see.” Garrick made the Club his head- quarters and he felt he would like to start the day there. “‘Cast thy words upon the ether and they shall return unto thee after many days,” laughed Garrick as he looked over his mail. “I suppose now for a week I'm going to he bom- barded with mail from radio fans. It's always that way. Where do they find the time to write all the letters? Say— here's one, though. Read that. A post- eard—postmarked ‘Northport'."” Dick, who was familiar with the ways of the radio listeners, read the card: “Your message was good and clear —But why did you suddenly stop when you began to tell us your suspicions? “P. 8. I don't approve of phono- graph selections in radio broadcast- ing, anyhow. I can buy records. “K 902.” “‘Someone on a cruiser or motor boat with a wireless,” commented Garrick. “I like your radio frater- nity, Dick. They certainly do take an interest in one another and go out of their way to do it."” Dick laughed. “You should see my mail! Why if they don’t like a thing they almost take it as a personal in- sult—for a free service!" “There's a catch in it somewhere,” considered Garrick. “Now what does he mean? I didn't stop. I went right on to the end. And the phono- graph record—wha that?"” Dick shrugged. His mind was on something else. Garrick, in his room, having without avail tried to find out the identity of “K 902" from the limit- ed jists at the club, called the Cus- toms House in New York and request- ed the looking up of the number in the motor boat registration under the fedéral law. He waited. “Just what I expected,” fidgeted Dick. “Marooned—away from a radio for no one knows how long. That's why I grabbed this thing up, the first thing I laid my hands on. Got the re- ceiving apparatus—all but the anten- na. Oh, very well—we'll see.” Dick snapped in place small clips which conected the bad springs of Garrick’s bed—and put the head- pleces like a telephone receiver to his ears. “Bed springs—the iron fire escapes —the gas and water pipes-—the tele- phone wire—" he remarked as he tuned and adjusted, “almost anything may serve as an antenna in pinch.” The room telephone rang for Gar- rick It was the Customs House calling. “We find,” reported the clerk, that K 902 is registered by Patrick Devins, Bridgeport, Connecticut, & forty-foot cabin cruiser, named ‘Las- sie.’ Want a description?” Garrick had just finished copying it when a loud exclamation came from Dick. "By Jove—Guy! It's a message | from Ruth ! Repeated—twice—here T scribbled it on this book."” ‘“Please give this to the newspapers —It now developes that Jack Curtis who attempted an elopement yester- day has a wife—Mrs. Rae Larue Cur- tis. That is all now. Tell my mother I am safe and will be back the first chance T can swim ashore. Ruth Wal- den.” The two men gazed at each cther. *Looks like she's a prisoner,” scowled Dick. ““The first chance I can swim ashore!” “Yes * * but, man, she's safe—| samcewhere. Her mother!” Somehow Ruth had cleverly con- trived to communicate with the out- sida world by radio. Together the two hurried down the long corridor and up a flight of stairs to Nita Wal-{ den’s room. Dick's heart was poundJ ing, he felt, as loud as his knuckles on the door. He had heard from Ruth! Mrs. Walden opened the door. She was afraid. What did the sudden rapping mean? Her worried and wearied face searched Dick's eyes. “About Ruth? Tell me, Dick!” Dick blurted it out. “Oh, what awful people!” shuddered Mrs. Wal- den. “But Ruth says, ‘attempted elopment’—that means Ruth is all right. It didn’t succeed. But—what can yéu do now? Oh, there's my telr- phone ringing again.” She turned from the room phone bewildered. “It was that Rae Larue girl—calling me. Oh, but there was hate and spite and jealousy in her volee! The little vixen!” “But what did ¢e say?" calmed Garrick. “I can’t begin to repeat the tlood of words. Why, you'd think that I, Ruth’s mother, had tried to ‘rame up womething against her! She said, ‘I'1 have you know that Jack Cun:sk {s my husband! I married him i Chicago two. years ago! I won't-have that daughter of yours coming bé- Vira and Ruth" ‘. tween us, and I've told him so. I'l . REEVE 22 NEA Service, Inc, squeal—I'll ' hand the whola bunch over, first'.'" “Bually!" interrupted Garrick to Nita's astonishment. “Got ‘em fight- ing among themselves., Hell hath fury——and all that. You couldn’'t want v better guardian for Ruth than that woman scorned! And I'll bet yvou she'll do something—the first chance she gets. Here,” withont waiting for any comment from the surprised Nita, let me have the wire, Central * ¢ * where did that last call to the cinb come from? Can you trace it?" MHe put his hand over the transmitter and asided, “In the city you can't trace a thing. But out in these little long Isiand towns ‘these hick telephone girls listen in on all the village gos- sip. Wait, you'll see.”” Then, with his hand off, “Yes, thank you." He hung up. “From the Gravel Works at the mouth of the bortt “I'll be darned-—our claimed Dick. “You'll be something else,” quick- ly from Garrick. “Your boathouse!" “1 hadn’t thonght of that. We'd better get down there.” “Well, T thought of it. That's why I left Glenn. You don't need to ask it, Nita. I know. You're nervous and all upset. Yes, I think doing something, anything would do you good. Mave McKay drive us all down. And hurry We're not going to make a call!” They were coasting down from the top of the hill a few hundred feet no harbor!" ex- DICK SET HIS RECEIVING SET. up from the boathouse when McKay jammed on the brakes and scraped a couple of dollars worth of rubber off the tires. Just over the tops of the trees could be seen the roof of the boat- house. But beyond, in the harbor, one instant was a rowboat with a girl and a fellow in it, the girl in a bathing suit. They seemed to be struggling. The next instant, like a three-foot flash of a motion’ picture, there was a huge column of water and puff of smoke, black wreckage of the boat. It seemed that, by a split second hefore, the two had struggled overboard or leaped. Then came the deep report, echoing and reverberat- ing among the Nonowantue hills “Glenn!" exclaimed Garrick, as Me- Kay release dthe brakes and rolled down like a roller coaster the rest of the way. - They were in time to see that the boathouse was unharmed. A little speed boat which they had not no- ticed now circle about. It picked up the girl and started off furiously to- ward the mouth of the harbor. A black object, Glenn, struggled feebly in the water. By this time Dick had his coat of. He ripped his shirt as he ran down the dock and plunged off, almost unencumbered by that time When out and vived to broken bones, the story. Glenn, pulled them both had Glenn sufficiently re- find that there were no he had begun to get Garrick it seemed, had been on the road-side of the hoathouse from which he had expected attack, if at all, when he had heard a noise under the workshop. The workshop was on the second floor. Under it had been a boat-shed. It had been converted into a, hangar by Dick, with a skidway down into the water. In it he had a hydroaeroplane on which he was working, installing on of his new radio ideas “1 saw Rae," he panted for breath. “She had come up to the hoathouse, alone, in a rowhoat with a little engine over the stern. She Etick- ing the nose of the boat under the boathouse in the channel between the skidway. I saw something smok- ing in the bow. The engine was going slowly, keeping the nose of the hoat up under the hoathouse. I ran down and jumped into the boat. “My God, Rae,’ 1 shouted. “Going to kill us both!"” With_a boat both hands hook in oo A ) Ccoor HAD\ ALY EXPERIENC D) POLLY $ S she lunged at me but it hit my shoulder instead of my head, ‘Damn you!' she cried, ‘I have had to say so many nica things to you when 1 didn't feel like it—here's another wallop! “I swung the hoat free, gave the pier a kick and it turned, The engine was turning up slowly and carry-ing us away. I got the boatheok away; then she grabbed he, ‘You fool! Take your handa off—before I bite them off! * * ¢ Look! It's going to explode! It's going to explode!' Then I-—we jumped. There was that geyster of water and stuff * * ¢ Someone picked up Rae in a speed hoat * * * 1 felt 18 If that darn engine had hit me * % % {ill Dick got me! But * * ¢ the boathouse * * * {s safe, fellows!" Garrick smiled. “I could decor you on the field of action, Glen He looked over at Dick. The blow ha heen intended for them; it had miscarried and Glenn had risked his like, “We'll leave McKay here for a few minutes, I mnst get Glenn home He's mustered out with all the honors!" “Wait a minute, It was Dick. ‘We left that other set in your room at the Club, I've got § new one I'm a bug on this. I can't he out of touch with the air a minute and be happy."” s Garrick drove them, Dick told what had happened at the Club. ‘But," asked Glenn, reviving, “why the attempt to wreck the boathouse- lab “"Becaus quickened Garrick, "it is the one piace, they know, contains the apparatus to ferret them out and catch them!" At Glenn's they waited for Dr, ing to dress his wounds again. must, fellows; I need your moral sup- port,” begged Glenn. “He'll give me the devil."” “Now, Dick, you brought along. too, a passion, for pulling informa- tion down out of the air like the prestidigitators do with gold-pieces.” Dick busied himself about the tele- phone for some time, then set up his receiving set. “It's a sort of wired wireless,” he explained, “based on a discovery, in- vented and perfected by a regular shark at this thing, Major General Squier.” While they waited for the doctor a raft of inconsequential stuff filtered through. The doctor came, was paci- arl- hook up that business I've got the fever, “Me Choice of the Experts, Putnam Coffee —sqves = the day N> Smmrmmem——— e fied professionally, and was just fin- ishing a lecture on asepsis. “Another message!" interrupted Dick. “From Vira Glenn, Dick shook his head. “Guy—it's that fellow agaip—K-902—he's over it Mount x<in.:I4§|fix'n, take this other carpiece.” arrick fairly slapped Dick's shoul- as they listened. “What v? Didn’t T say cherchez a jealous yman? I knew Rae in her jealous would do something and she has done it—just when this fighting Irishman, Devins, came along in his K-902!" Dick cautioned silence. They lis- tened. Then Glenn cut in, demand- ing to know the story. & “It's just this, Glenn,” retailed Garrick when he was sure that no more news was being spilled, ‘“that fellow, Devins, in the K-902 was cruising down the sound with his eyes open when he saw what he thought was the ‘Sea Vamp' in the inlet at Mount Sinai, where they used to load the old wood packets in the old days. As he got nearer he could make dut with his glass that they were transferring stuff from the houseboat to a scout cruiser up alongside.” Glenn nodded. “It was our ing storehouse, the ‘Sea Vamp ‘“Well, as he got necarer, he made and Ruth?" brighten- ed at- Wherever you look—no matter which way ,you turn— there are items fairly shouting at you _ “BARGAINS". Don’t miss our money saving oppor-». tunity tomorrow. Don't delay. Come— come prepared to inspect the biggest bargains ever offered in the history of the city./ “‘Charge It” is your buy-word here—now as well as at [ all other times. You can purchase any of these extra-, ordinary” . bargains and pay" a little-at-a - time, Wa#fi’ ; DRE did 1' | out through | ke two couple of girls, drifting away his glass what looked men struggling with a The scout hoat was from the houseboat, then, The girls couldn't fight; they seemed to be tied, That must have been Ruth and Vira, Then another girl came from a cabin, Khe must have had a knife or something, for she cut the other two loose, Some sallors came on deck, The scout was pointing out in to the Sound by this time, One of the men grabbed the other-—and flung him overboard. This Devins couldn’t catch the scout so he kept right on till he came up to the ‘Sea Vamp,' who should be find there, pacing the deck and cursing a blue streak but Captain Brock—dumped overhoard, double-crossed, and left behind 2" \ “And Ruth and Vira not on the | ‘Sea Vamp'—on this other boat?" es. He's got Brock., That's two. Now we know that Brock at least isn't the man-at-the-top.” Back at the hoathouse to tell Nita Walden they found that she knew more than they @id. “I didn't know McKay knew 8o much about radlo,” she cried ex- citedly. “While we were waiting he was trying that set over there. He seemed to know all about it. And, Dick, he got a second message from Ruth! Here it is. 1 wrote it down Jjust as McKay says he got it On a piece of wrapping paper Nita had written. “On the Bacchante, headed down the sound toward the ocean. I hear the men talk of Fire Island, This is Ruth—""~ “That's where it broke. off,” lapologized McKay. Dick paced up and down the work- shop floor. Finally he lifted a trap door and climbed down to the former beoathousé below. ! When Garrick climbed after him a few minutes later, he found Dick, smeared and greasy, coat off, covered with perspiration, working feverishly. Garrick looked about keenly. The former boahouse had been transferred into a real hangar. Dick looked up from his work. “I guess you remember enonugh to look over those pontoons?” he called to Garrick, waving toward the hydro- aeroplane. “What's the idea?” “I'm tuning up. 1 wasn't quite ready to ‘exhibit the Defoe radioplane —but, hang it all—the ‘Bacchante’ must be found—with Ruth!" (Continued in Our Next Issue). half SSES New style models that represent the utmost in fine workmanship. Men’s Summer SUITS $30 to $35 values 82 4.50 Boys’ SUITS Fashioned of service- able materials, styled to please the Little Man Silk DRESSES Mid - Season styles specially $ priced WASH 16.50 31.4‘)and81 Final Clearance of WOMEN’S Coats, Capes and Wraps -SKIRTS 98 The Caesar Misch Store! 200 TRUMBULL ST. HARTFORD, CONN. 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