point for which it is intended. The rest is scattered through
space in all directions. If the vibrations of a current are of a
certain number per second, the current will follow a wire to which
it is, as it were, attached, instead of passing off into space.

"All the energy in wireless formerly wasted in radiation in every
direction now devotes itself solely to driving the current through
the ether about the wire. Thus it goes until it reaches the point
where Whiting is--where the vibrations correspond to its own and
are in tune. There it reproduces the sending impulse. It is wired
wireless."

Craig had long since finished sending his wired wireless message.
We waited impatiently. The seconds seemed to drag like hours.

Far off, now, we could hear a whistle as a train finally
approached slowly into our block, creeping up to see what was
wrong. But that made no difference now. It was not any help they
could give us that we wanted. A greater problem, the saving of one
man's name and the re-establishment of another, confronted us.

Unexpectedly the little wired wireless instrument before us began
to buzz. Quickly Kennedy seized a pencil and wrote as the message
that no hand of man could interfere with was flashed back to us.

"It is for you, Walter, from the Star," he said, simply handing me
what he had written on the back of an old envelope.

I read, almost afraid to read: