When Hilda had finished telling her story the men plied her with questions. Did she see a wireless anywhere about? What did the inside of that barn look like? What sort of wires had she spoken of as being stretched on the barn walls and how were they arranged? Just how did the man look who came in an aeroplane and how many times did he come?
When she described him the men nodded to one another.
“I guess it’s the same chap. He must be in charge of the whole ring in this part of the country.”
In the midst of it all the orderly entered with a great silver tray on which were all manner of good things to eat, beginning with soup and fried chicken and ending with ice-cream and coffee. The tray was arranged on a little table and the men had the courtesy to withdraw to the other end of the room
