Burbank, a quiet-faced man, entered the millionaire’s room.
“I’m going into New York this afternoon,” explained Cranston. “That’s why I sent for you, Burbank. There may be a message.”
The silent man nodded.
“I’ve expected to hear from Vincent for several days,” continued the millionaire. “I sent him certain messages — not from here, however — and he has not replied to them. I expect him to report.”
Again the nod.
“There are no instructions to be sent back to him,” said Cranston, “except this simple statement: Tell him to tune in at nine o’clock, as usual. That is all. But be sure to take down any word that he sends. I shall call you in the evening. Give me the information at that time.”
The wireless operator went upstairs. The millionaire attired himself, and went down for breakfast. It was nearly two o’clock when he appeared in the tower room where Burbank was located.
“Nothing yet,” said the wireless operator.
The millionaire did not reply. He seemed deep in thought. He began to study different radio apparatus that he had installed in this laboratory.
There were remarkable devices here. Burbank understood some of them; but the millionaire alone was familiar with all of the equipment.