There was an ascending wail from the tuner.
"Ain't that a band?" cried Jerry excitedly.
"It's an orchestra!" Nancy ejaculated in the same breath.
"It's gone!"
"We'll get it again," was Bob's confident answer as he twirled the knobs of both tuner and detector.
"There it is!" burst out Jerry. "It's a brass band, as I live!"
"Where do you suppose it is?" speculated Mrs. Crowninshield.
"Pittsburgh or Chicago; or perhaps Newark."
"Not Chicago—out West! You're fooling," observed Jerry with scorn.
"Indeed I'm not. Wait and you'll hear in a few moments exactly who it was."