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Cissie and Dorothy sat closely on the sofa and huddled over the cablegram that had been delivered a few moments earlier. ‘I am confident that we shall be able to carry the journey through to success stop Best love stop I shall be home tonight,’ Cissie read aloud.
Dorothy clapped her hands to her knees. ‘Well, Cissie, this is it! Let’s turn on the radio and listen for the signals.’ She reached across and turned the dial to the correct station. With impatience they listened to the commentator’s conjectures until, after a few minutes, the man exclaimed that the signal had been picked up. An unmistakeable drone that quickly reached a crescendo before ebbing away. ‘There you have it, listeners. We’ve just heard Captain George Hood’s transmission, letting us know all is well.’
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