“How in the world do you know that?” Guy demanded in astonishment.
“Oh, I’m a radio enthusiast,” Glennon replied. “I’ve got a set at home and what the neighbors call a set of wire clothesline between our house and the garage. Besides, I’ve had some wireless experience with this fellow Smithers. This racket he gave me is a wireless racket.”
“You don’t say!” exclaimed Guy. “How does it work?”
“Very simply. Some of the strings, if you’ll observe closely, are of wire. They constitute the antennae. In the handle is an induction coil. The circuit is closed when I grip the handle over two electrodes on either side.”
“What did Smithers give it to you for—rheumatism?” inquired Guy with a look of curious amusement.
“No, to put pep into my drives,” answered Glennon.
“And mystery into your curves?”
“I suppose so.”
“Does it do what it is supposed to do?”
“Not that I’ve been able to notice,” said Glennon. “Still it’s a dandy racket, and I’ll take good care of it. I really can play better with it than with any other racket I’ve ever had in my hand. Maybe there’s something of a wireless charm in it after all.”