"Now I guess I can handle her O. K.," muttered Alec.
Just then a voice came ringing through the air. "This is WJZ broadcasting. We will begin our concert this evening with the sextette from Lucia, rendered by singers from the Metropolitan Opera Company." Then, after a moment's pause, "Stand by for three minutes."
"Captain Rumford," called Alec loudly.
"Hello! What is it?" came the response from below.
"Won't you come here at once, please?"
Captain Rumford ran up-stairs to Alec's room, thinking something was the matter.
"Please sit down and put this on your head," said Alec.
The captain frowned. "What's this nonsense?" he said sharply. "I thought you were in trouble."
"Please do as I ask," said Alec. "I won't keep you five minutes."
The captain sat down, the frown still on his forehead. The music started. Clear as a bell on a frosty morning came the beautiful melody, now rising, now falling, every word clear and distinct. Captain Rumford's face was a study. Astonishment, incredulity, intense pleasure were reflected on his countenance. He sat as one entranced. Skilfully Alec shifted his tuning instruments, shutting out the occasional blurs and keeping the tone sharp and distinct. The selection ended. Captain Rumford turned toward Alec and started to remove his headpiece.