“Wireless!” Traherne exclaimed.
“Wireless, by Jupiter!” Crespin swayed in his intense excitement—his voice danced.
“They’re sending out a message!”
“That accounts for it,” Traherne said.
“They’re in wireless communication with India!”
“Fools, not to have thought of it,” Crespin muttered. “He would be!”
“Antony knows all about wireless,” Lucilla panted, speaking to Traherne.
“Ought to!” the Major said grimly. “I should rather think so! Wasn’t it my job all through the War! If I could hear more distinctly now—and if they’re transmitting it clearly—I could read their message.”
“That may be our salvation!” Traherne said in a low, strained voice.