“Some guy just called in to say if you didn’t lay off broadcastin’ you’d get bumped,” he said excitedly. “He⸺”
“You’re kidding!”
“The hell I am! He meant business, too, by the way he sounded.”
Young Officer Cates wasn’t particularly surprised. The code warnings had proved very successful in producing quick action on the part of the police and checking activities on the part of the criminals. It was only natural to suppose that, sooner or later, the warning would come.
“The son of a gun!” he said slowly.
But he was not afraid. The sudden tenseness of his stocky body was merely the tenseness of a fighter before the gong. Some excitement might even develop out of this warning. An anticipatory glint appeared in the blue eyes.
“The son of a gun!” Cates repeated. “Tell him to go jump two fences, Henry.”
Casually Cates sauntered back to the microphone.
“Police division of station KYK still going strong,” he said lightly. “It gives me great pleasure at this moment to acknowledge a phone call. This call just came in from an unknown gentleman who suggested that we stop broadcasting, while the stopping was good. I don’t like to disappoint the gentleman, but this division will continue to be on the air at the same time every night.”