"Pittsburgh or Chicago; or perhaps Newark."

"Not Chicago--out West! You're fooling," observed Jerry with scorn.

"Indeed I'm not. Wait and you'll hear in a few moments exactly who it
was."

"I'll not believe it unless I do," the old man announced, with a zest
that provoked a general laugh.

"What time is it? Can any one tell?" asked Bob.

"What difference does that make," Walter inquired.

"It will give us a cue as to who it is," was the explanation. "All
these broadcasting stations have certain hours for their programs."

"I've seen those lists published in the papers, but I never took any
stock in them," growled Jerry.

"You'll have to now, Jerry," said Nancy mischievously.

She saw him scratch his head.

"Well, I dunno," was his laconic reply. "The whole thing beats me. If
that band was in Chicago----"

"Hush!"

The crash of instruments had come to an end and over the wire in
accents unmistakably distinct came the words:

"Westinghouse Electric and Manufacturing Company KYW Chicago,
Illinois. Stand by fifteen minutes for----" but the rest of the
sentence was lost, for with a mighty slap of his knees Jerry roared:

"It was in Chicago--that band! Well, I'll be buttered!"

Overwhelmed the Cape Codder had risen to his feet.

"Chicago! Pittsburgh! Medford! My eye, but this will do me to talk
about until the day of my death. It don't seem possible; I'm beat if
it does."

Helplessly he dropped back into his chair again, silenced by very
wonder.

In the meantime out of the wailing and whining and piping the sharp,
clear-cut click of a telegraph instrument could be discerned.

"That's the Morse code," explained Bob. "Some commercial station is
sending a message. It seems to be about a shipment of lumber and
isn't particularly interesting."

"I suppose you can read it," said Dick enviously.

"Naturally. That is part of my job, you know."

"What is a commercial station?" inquired the still bewildered Jerry.

"A station that sends only messages for the general public. Probably
this load of lumber started out of port without the captain of the
ship having the least idea in the world where he was to market it. In
the interval since it left, however, the company's shore agents have
secured a customer for it, perhaps in New Bedford, Boston, Providence,
or some other coast city and they are now notifying the ship where to
deliver it. Such an arrangement is quite common nowadays. Were the
captain obl