"Every one knows that."
"Punta Arenas is calling the Chilian war ship Salvadore."
Captain Ichi wrinkled his brows.
"Your instrument is perfectly tuned with the one at Punta Arenas, Kaneko?"
"Perfectly, captain."
"And you can send in the Spanish so that the trick could not be detected?"
"I know the Spanish as well as I know my native tongue."
"Then answer," was the calm reply. "Say this is the Salvadore and ask what Punta Arenas wants."
There was not a quiver in the captain's voice, and not a tremor in Kaneko's fingers as he caught the handle of the big key. Slowly but firmly he worked the key up and down. A blue spark exploded in the gap between the brass knobs of the discharging rods. Sounds like the explosion of firecrackers echoed through the room.
Throwing off his switch, Kaneko jerked the phones over his ears. The captain watched Kaneko's pencil moving over the white paper.