Harry Maddox turned from his laboratory table as the tall, dark man entered. Maddox greeted the taller man obsequiously, but the other’s reply was curt.
“They’ve done it, you say?” asked Kingston.
“They’ve done it,” replied Maddox gloatingly.
“That proves it then,” replied Kingston with interest. “Though it has always been a common enough theory.”
“Within the past thirty-six hours,” said Maddox, “there have been two transmissions. The latter one is now going on. Want to hear it?”
“Not particularly,” replied Kingston. “It will be recorded for my leisure.”
“Yes,” nodded Maddox. His nod was toward a rather attractive girl, who was riding herd on a large wire recorder. From time to time she would reach out and adjust the volume of the recording. Over long blond hair she wore earphones to
