But he knew that the others would have it and
he had the direction, which was the main thing, and, a few minutes later all the boys were together and eagerly discussing the results of their experiment.
“He’s southeast of my set!” announced Frank, when Tom had told them what he had discovered. “That puts him in between the river front and Third Avenue and between 23d and 26th Sts.”
“Well, we’re getting him narrowed down to a few blocks now,” said Henry joyfully. “Say, what did you fellows make of the talk? Here’s my slip.”
The words that Henry had written down were as follows: “Everything O. K. Yes, haven’t an idea. Sure, Fritz told me about it. Must be careful. No, but price will drop. No use killing the goose, you know. Golden eggs is right. Not a chance in the world of their getting wise. Nonsense, no one else has anything like it. Amateurs. Oh, forget it. Well, let ’em guess, guesses don’t prove anything. Well, if they did they’d never find anything. Magnolia. Yes, same place thirty fifteen west. Oh, yes, the French stuff went like hot cakes. Sure, get all you can. Yes she
cleared. Regards to Heinrich. Expect you the eighteenth. Don’t forget Magnolia. Good-by.”
“It’s just the same as I made it,” announced Frank.
“Same here,” said Jim. “Sufferin’ cats! Do you mean to say that nut isn’t bughouse now?”
“It does sound a bit crazy, I admit,” replied Tom. “Say, did any of you fellows try tuning to different wave lengths to see if any one else came in?”
“I did,” declared Frank, “but all I got was some one who said ‘for the love of Mike get off the air.’”