"Wait," said Alec. "Please sit still."
"The next number on our programme will be Humoresque, as played by Mischa Elman," came the voice in the air.
In another moment the strains of a violin were sounding in the captain's ears. For nearly an hour he sat in silence, listening to the world's most beautiful music, rendered by famous musicians. He was too amazed to speak. He sat there, drinking in the music, the very picture of ecstasy.
"Where's that from?" he demanded, when the announcer said the concert was ended.
"Newark," said Alec.
"Impossible! Why, Newark is more than one hundred miles distant. It can't be."
Alec smiled. "It was Newark just the same," he said. "That was the Newark station of the Westinghouse Manufacturing Company broadcasting."
"What do you mean?"
"Why, they send out stuff broadcast at every hour of the afternoon and evening. It's free for everybody. All you need is a wireless telephone set."