"Radiophone whispers travel far."
"Well," said the colonel, settling down to business, "Alaska's in a bad way. This fellow doesn't confine himself to 1200 up there. He uses all sorts of wave lengths; seems to take pleasure in mussing up important government communications and even more in breaking in on Munson."
"Munson, the Arctic explorer."
"Yes. He's making a try for the Pole. Much depends upon his keeping in touch with the outside world and this crank or crook seems determined that he shall not."
"Why don't they catch him?"
"Well, you see," he wrinkled his brow again, "the boys up there are rather new at it. Don't understand the radio compass very well. The fellow moves about and all that, so it's difficult.
"I thought," he said slowly after a moment, "that you might like to tackle the case."
"Would I?" exclaimed Curlie, jumping to his feet. "Try me! Can I take Joe along?"
"As you like. Better get off pretty promptly; say day after to-morrow."
"Never fear. We'll be off on time."