Amy adjusted the earphones while her friend manipulated the slides on the tuning coil. They did not catch the first of the talk, but they heard considerable of it. Then something happened—just what it was Amy had no idea. She tore off the ear-tabs and demanded:
“What are you doing, Jess? That doesn’t sound like anything I ever heard before. Is it static interference?”
“It certainly is interference,” admitted Jessie, trying to tune the set so as to get back upon the wave that had brought the funny talk about ‘Hairpins and Haricots.’
But it did not work. Jessie could not get in touch with the lecture. Instead, out of the ether came one word, over and over again. And that word in a voice that Jessie was confident must come from a woman or a girl:
Over and over again it was repeated. Amy who had put on her head harness again, snatched at her chum’s arm.
“Listen! Do you hear that?” she cried in an awed tone.
A Mystery of the Ether