he flashed at her chum:

"Well, that might be, too. Some people string their aerials indoors. I
don't know if that can be done at a sending station. But it may be.
They are inventing new things about radio all the time. You know that,
dear."

"I know it," agreed Amy.

"And if that broadcasting station up there at the Gandy farm is used
for the sending of private racing information, in all probability the
people who set it up would want to keep it secret."

"I see! So they would."

"It is not registered, you can make up your mind. And as it is only
used much when the racing season is on at the Harrimay track, the
Government has probably given it little attention."

"Could they find it, do you think, Jessie?" asked her chum.

"I have read that the Government has wonderful means of locating any
'squeak-box', as they call it, that is not registered and which
litters up the airways with either unimportant or absolutely evil
communications. These methods of tracing unregistered sending stations
were discovered during the war and were proved thoroughly before the
Government allowed any small stations to be established since."

"Do you suppose the police knew that that woman was sending racing
news to gambling rooms from up there at her farm?"

"We don't know that she is. Mr. Perkins was only repeating gossip. And
we did not see aerials up there."

"But you say that maybe they could have rigging for the station
without any aerials in the open?"

"It might be. I am all confused. There certainly is a mystery about
it, and Daddy Norwood ought to know at once. Oh, Chapman! That was
thunder. We must hurry home."

"Yes, Miss Jessie," said the chauffeur, looking up at the clouds that
had been gathering. "I think I can get you home before it rains."

He increased the speed of the car. They had circled around by another
way than the Parkville road, and they came through the edge of New
Melford. When the automobile shot into Bonwit Boulevard and headed
toward Roselawn the first flash of lightning made the girls jump.

Chapman stepped on the accelerator and the car shot up the oiled way.
The thunder seemed to explode right overhead. Before the first peal
rolled away there was another sharp flash. Although the rain still
held off, the tempest was near.

"Oh!" gasped Jessie, covering her eyes.

"There's the church," said Amy. "We'll soon be home now."

Even as she spoke another crackling stroke burst overhead. The green