h the conviction of a devotee.

"Well, pretty nearly everything," qualified Mr. Brandon. "A little while
ago it was considered marvelous that we could transmit the voice by
radio, and now the transmission of photographs by radio has been
successfully accomplished."

"What!" exclaimed Mr. Fennington incredulously. "Do you mean to say that
an actual recognizable photograph has been sent through the air by
radio? That seems almost too much to believe."

"Nevertheless, it has been done," insisted Frank Brandon. "I saw the
actual reproduction of one that had been sent from Italy to New York by
the wireless route, and while I can't claim that it was perfect, still
it was as plain as the average newspaper picture. And don't forget that
this is a new phase of the game, and is not past the experimental stage
yet."

"Well, after that, I am inclined to agree with Herbert that 'radio can
do anything,'" admitted Mr. Fennington.

"I don't think we'll have much trouble making a convert of you," laughed
the radio inspector. "No doubt the quickest way, though, will be to
recover your stolen shipment, so we'll start working in that direction
the first thing in the morning."

And in this he was as good as his word. He was up betimes, getting in
touch with headquarters by means of his compact portable outfit. He kept
at work until he had received the promise of two trustworthy men, who
were to report to him at the lumber camp as soon as they could get
there. Then he routed out the radio boys, and after a hasty breakfast
they all set out to locate the cabin where the boys had found the code
key.

CHAPTER XXI

THE GLIMPSE THROUGH THE WINDOW

The sun was just climbing above the treetops when the radio boys and
Frank Brandon set out over the forest road, to the accompaniment of a
full chorus of lusty feathered singers. Robin and starling and thrush
combined to make the dewy morning gladsome, and the boys whistled back
at them and wished Larry Bartlett were there to learn some new notes.

"This would be just his dish," commented Herb. "After he got warmed up,
you wouldn't be able to tell him from the birds."

"The only difference is, that he's better," declared Joe. "If he were
here now, he'd be teaching the dicky birds a new song or two. That boy
is certainly a wonder."

"He's very clever," acknowledged Brandon. "He's getting along
wonderfully well at the broadcasting station, and I understand he's had
several good offe