“Oh, you’ll get some of it,” declared Mr. Edson. “Early in the morning about daylight, always at noon, sometimes just about dusk, the message comes through the air.”
“How do you explain it?” submitted Tom.
“Why, I have to think it is some person who has rigged up an old station somewhere in range, and is trying to tell something he is too ignorant to express clearly. Pay no attention to it as a serious circumstance. It is only one of the freaks of the wireless experience.”
“That’s one of the spooks you told about?” inquired Ben.
“Yes,” nodded Mr. Edson.
“Any more?”
“Something more tangible this time,” observed Mr. Edson. “For about a week some one has invaded my den here nights regularly.”
“Maybe this same mysterious ‘Donner’” suggested Ben.
“Hardly. You see, I am pretty regular in my hours here. I have come on at about eight in the morning and leave at six in the evening always.”
“And the second spook you speak about?” interrogated Tom.