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 else. Outside the night seemed to be clearing up and the air was carbonizing. He could hear all the big stations shouting at each other and high above the racket the shrill whistle of the quenched spark sets of the on the.

“Toot-o-o-t-oot-oot!” they went, just like a French locomotive.

Over on the Waldorf old man Pickering was complaining to the operator at the in Philadelphia—

“Oh, you! You! You! Why don't you wake up? I ’ve been calling for fifteen minutes. Don't you know this little hole up here is as hot as Hades? W A P K.”

“Oh, shut up!” came back from Philadelphia m the sharp tone of the DeForest wave. “Why can’t you give us a rest? Ain’t Philadelphia hotter than New York? B S S P.”

Micky laughed. He knew both those fellows. Later, when he ’d nothing to do he ’d call up Pickering and get the details of the ball game.

“AX” was trying to get some vessel far out in the gulf-stream and an amateur was answering just for fun. Other