“But Daddy and Momsy have gone to Aunt Ann’s in New York and will not be back to-night,” Jessie explained.
“Anyhow we couldn’t go hunting around in the dark after this broadcasting station, wherever it is,” Amy observed.
“Of course not,” her chum agreed, taking the harness off her head. “Come down to the telephone and I’ll see if Chapman is in the garage.”
They ran downstairs, forgetting all about the radio concert they were to have heard, and Jessie called up the garage to which a private wire was strung.
The chauffeur, who had served the Norwoods ever since they had had a car, answered Jessie’s request quickly, and appeared at the side door. Amy was just as eager as Jessie to cross-question the man about a red barn with a silo. He had to ask the girls to stop and begin all over again, and——
“If you please, Miss Jessie,” he added, widely a-grin, “either let Miss Amy tell me or you tell me. I can’t seem to get it right when you both talk.”
“Oh, I am dumb!” announced Amy. “Go ahead, Jess; you tell him.”
So Jessie tried to put the case as plainly as possible; but from the look on Chapman’s face she knew that the chauffeur thought that this was rather a fantastic matter.
“Why, Chapman!” she cried, “you do not know much about this radio business, do you?”
“Only what I have seen of it here, Miss Jessie. I heard the music over your wires. But I did not suppose that anybody could talk into the thing and other folks could hear like——”