human
Well, then, that fellow--
gpt
Mr. Carson? a voice interrupted Curlie.
human
Anyone here by the name of Carson?
gpt
That's me,
human
Telephone.
gpt
All right. Be back in a minute, Joe.
human
came through the receiver.
gpt
This is Coles Masters. Got a bad case--extra bad. Can't understand it. Fellow's sending 600 meter waves, with enough power to cross the Atlantic.
human
Six hundred! exclaimed Curlie in a tense whisper.
gpt
Why, that's what they use for S.O.S. at sea! It's criminal. Endangers every ship in distress. Five years in prison for it. Get him, can't you?
human
Can't. That's the trouble. Every time I think I've got him spotted he seems to move.
gpt
To move!
human
Yes, sir.
gpt
That's queer! I'll be up right away.
human
Come on, exclaimed Curlie, grabbing his hat and dragging Joe to his feet.
gpt
It's a big one. Moves, he says. Sends 600; big power. Bet it's that same hotel fellow. Gee whiz! Supposing it turned out to be that sixteenth story girl and she caught me spying on her. I tell you it's something big!