"
"I don't believe I follow," said Jack contritely.
"What I'm driving at is this," said Darrow; "this is not the end of the
circus by any means. We're going to see a lot of funny things--if my guess
is anywhere near right."
CHAPTER VI
THE WRATH TO COME
"Did you ever meet McCarthy?" asked Darrow, as the elevator of the Atlas
sprang upward.
"Never."
"Well, no matter what he says or does, I want you to say
nothing--nothing."
"Correct," said Jack. "I'll down-charge."
"That's right," Darrow approved. "First of all, wait outside until I call
you."
McCarthy was already at his desk, and in evil humor. When Darrow entered,
he merely looked up and growled.
"Good morning," Darrow greeted him easily. "Any wireless this morning?"
McCarthy threw back his heavy head.
"That damn operator's been leaking!" he cried.
"So there are 'wireless'," observed Darrow. "No, your operator didn't
leak. Who is he?"
"If he didn't leak, what did you say that for?"
"I'm a good guesser," replied Darrow enigmatically. "They say anything
about a 'sign' being sent, and such talk?"
"You've been gettin' the dope yourself out of the air," returned McCarthy
sullenly.
"Look here, my fat friend," drawled Darrow, his eyes half closing, "I'm
getting nothing from anywhere except in my own gray matter. What do your
messages have to say?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because I'm interested--and because I know who sent 'em.
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