But did he tell the lady straight? You could have told from his physiog that he would not. Instead he went on at great length and framed up a story of how the wind had once blown a message he had sent far out of its course and then suddenly veering round it blew it back again and he caught his own message several minutes later when he was listening-in for the reply. This he claimed, with great seriousness was due to the low power of his instruments and a fouled aerial.
“Are you having any trouble now on account of the wind?” continued the young woman deeply interested.
“None at all, because you see I am using a four horsepower spark and I have just had my aerial sandpapered and oiled and the waves slip off without the slightest difficulty.”
This little speech gave me another shock, but I had a third one coming and forthwith got it.
“How are they coming in?” I asked, leaning against the window after the couple had gone.
“What do you mean?” he questioned as he looked at me through half closed eyes in a way I didn’t fancy.
