"The crook!" exploded the young Chief. "Got to snag him."
"I've been trying to. Thought you'd get wise soon, Bill."
Bonwitt frowned. "No copies of his messages?"
"Naturally not." Crane lowered his voice. "He got them through."
Amazed, the engineer asked: "How?"
"Gates." Gates was the relief operator at the ethertype.
"Lord! Maybe you're right."
"Sh-h!" Crane warned. "Gates is due any minute."
"So what's any of this to do with Luna going haywire?" asked Bill thoughtfully. "If I thought—"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow," whispered Crane as footsteps neared.