"Maybe," sighed the financier. "But if something does not happen by to-morrow, I shall start myself in my own yacht to chase up Daly."
"I doubt if that would do any good, sir," protested Bob. "It might simply, as you said yourself, precipitate a crisis."
"Well, a crisis is better than having nothing done," fumed the man irritably.
"You must not forget there is O'Connel."
"Much good he is doing. We have only heard from him once and as we have no license you can't talk to him."
"Nevertheless, he is on the job at his end of the line," Bob answered. "He has a lot of common sense, too. You can trust him to keep tabs on how things are moving."
"Maybe I can. I hope so," was the dismal retort.
Evening, however, saw no improvement in Mr. Crowninshield's mood. "Not a yip of any sort from those chaps in New York. One would think they were dead," he growled. "Well, I'll give them one more day and then if they haven't something to show I will send them to blazes and take up the case myself. I almost wish I had done it in the first place. Here I am paying a small fortune and getting no results."
Again Bob struggled to soothe the perturbed mind and raise the capitalist's spirits.
"Oh, we'll hear something to-morrow, I guess," said he with an optimism he did not altogether feel. "Maybe my license will come; or the inspector may appear; or O'Connel may send tidings; or news may come from New York. Something is sure to happen. Why don't we all go over to the station and listen in on the broadcasting to-night. We are sure to get something that will be interesting and now that the 'loud speaker' is in position we shall be able to hear without using individual receivers. You haven't any of you really heard what our wireless can do."