“Who from?”
“Your partner, sir, or agent in New York City.”
“What?” cried Mr. Morgan. “How does it come through you?”
“By wireless,” reported Tom promptly.
“Oh, I’ve heard something about your dabbling in that.”
“Can I speak before your chauffeur?” inquired Tom.
“If you have anything to say, go ahead.”
“Well, sir,” said Tom, “I caught a message sent to wireless station O-17, up at Deepdale. It seems that the sender expected to reach you there. His name appears to be Dunbar.”
“Yes, yes,” urged Mr. Morgan impatiently, “I sent word I would be at Deepdale until to-morrow, but changed my plans.”
“It was fortunate that I knew you were back,” said Tom. “The message seems important.”