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40 antenne, ground and detector. Just now all that I am planning to use is one side— the receiving.” Kennedy had finished his work, and as for a few minutes he rested he gazed out con- templatively over the beautiful bay which the low-falling sun made more entrancing than ever. ‘Ts there a searchlight down at Seaville?”’ he asked, at length, turning to Sinclair, “for if there is not we shall have to get one.” ‘There is one on the end of the dock of the Westport Yacht Club, about half a mile from the hotel,’’ he answered, pointing out the club with its long dock and float. ‘“You are a member, I see,’’ noted Ken- nedy with a glance at the-club burgee flying from the Streamline. Sinclair nodded. “Excellent,” exclaimed Kennedy. ‘‘While Burke, Jameson and I go down to meet the train, I wish you would take the boat and run over to the club. I want to use the searchlight tonight, and by the time you have that arranged I think we shall be able to meet you there. That will be fine, just far enough from the Seaville House not to arouse suspicion, in case there is some one there who is watching us by this time. ‘Come, Burke,” he added, rising suddenly as if at last a plan of action had shaped it- self in his mind. ‘“‘We had better be going. There are a lot of things that we must ar- range—and I want to fix it so that you can be ready for quick action if anything hap- pens tonight.” CHAPTER XI THE RADIO-DETECTIVE | RES Burke and myself hustled over to the railroad-station and there were met by Kennedy’s messenger, carry- ing the packages he had ordered from his laboratory by the wireless courier of the air. We piled them into the rear of the car anda few moments later were speeding to rejoin Sinclair at the Yacht Club. The club was; a large square building, extending out into the water on made land, from which ran a long, substantial dock at the end of which was a platform with a flag and alongside it a searchlight. We entered the club and, without going up through the large porch where the ‘‘rock- ing-chair fleet”’ was anchored, went directly Adventure down the dock to Sinclair whom we could see on the platform. ‘Did you see Mrs. Hawley as you came through?” inquired Sinclair as we greeted him. “Why no,” replied Kennedy, evidently a little put out, for he had chosen the yacht club because, even though there were bound to be many people there and much gossip, still it was not like the Seaville House. ‘Where is she?” “On the porch, Sinclair. Kennedy did not look around, but con- tinued to busy himself on the end of the upstairs,” answered dock. JI wondered whether she might have | been sent out by some one up at the hotel to watch. “T suppose we’ll have to speak to her as we go out,”’ added Kennedy, ‘‘but let us finish here quietly first.’ Craig had set up on the platform a large affair which looked very much like a mortar. I watched without saying anything, divid- ing my attention between it and the splen- did view of the harbor which the end of the dock offorded. “What is all that—fireworks?” Sinclair, smiling. asked “It’s a light-weight rocket-mortar,” re- . plied Kennedy, who impressed Burke into service and was explaining something to him in an undertone. ‘‘By the way, Sin- clair, did Mrs. Hawley say anything about any of the others being down here?” “IT believe that Sanchez and Senora Ruiz and their Japanese servants are at the cot- tage,”’ reported Sinclair. Kennedy had next uncovered a round brass case. It did not seem to me to amount to much, as compared to some of the complicated apparatus which Craig had used. In it was merely a four-sided prism of glass, as if it had been cut off the corner of a huge glass cube. He handed it to us, saying— ‘Look into it.” It surely was about the most curious piece of crystal-gazing I had ever seen. Turn the thing any way I pleased and I could see my face in it, just as in an ordinary mitror. Craig covered it up and gave it to Burke, who assisted him in carrying some other bulky pieces of apparatus as well as another similar brass case containing a second prism down to the Streamline. Gomiicordook C©