"Maybe that Italian fellow who invented the sliding sounder," suggested the Florida.
"Or Pederson, out in Chicago," came from a land station. All the navy men appeared to be joining in the confab.
"Gracious, what a fuss I've stirred up," thought Jack, with a quiet smile. "They'd never guess in a million years that it's a kid of an operator who's causing all the trouble."
"No; both the men you mentioned are in Europe," declared Washington. "The department's been trailing them since they got my news."
"Well, the wireless men are going to be a happy hunting ground for the Secret Service fellows for this one little while," chuckled the Florida.
"Wonder if he's listening now?" struck in the North Dakota, which had not yet talked.
"Shouldn't wonder," remarked the Idaho.
Jack pressed down his key and the spark began to flash and crackle.
"You fellows are having a grand old pow-wow," he said. "Sorry I can't give you any information. I know you're dying of curiosity."
"You've got your nerve, I must say," sputtered Washington indignantly. "Have you been listening right along?"