vernment business. The
government, on the other hand, must respect the rights of the littler
chap and use this particular interval for transmitting. In fact, when
licenses are issued this condition is made with private owners and the
station is so listed. Of course, however, should an S O S call come,
all rules go by the boards and the distress call has the right of way
in every case."

Mrs. Crowninshield, smiling mischievously, rose from her chair.

"There is an S O S coming in right now for a lemonade," said she,
fanning herself with her filmy handkerchief. "Who will join me?"

A chorus of "I!" "I!" greeted the question.

She touched a bell.

"Bring lemonade for six, Emelie," said she. "Put in some slices of
orange, some strawberries, and plenty of cracked ice. What a warm day
it is! I am glad I am not out on some hot, sun-baked island answering
radio calls."

"You probably would not be hot if you were on an island out to sea, my
dear," her husband returned playfully. "However, I'll agree that this
veranda is good enough for me on a July day."

The tinkling of ice cut short the conversation. Far away through the
house its distant cadence sounded.

"The first and tallest lemonade must be for Bob," Nancy announced. "He
has certainly earned it."

CHAPTER XVI

MIRACLES

Although throughout the day Mr. Crowninshield did not wander far from
the telephone no word came from the New York detectives and evening
saw him quite discouraged.

"I cannot imagine what those fellows are up to," fretted he. "Now that
they know where the yacht is and have had all day to do something
about it, it is beyond my comprehension why they haven't. Lola will be
dead before they get round to moving on Daly."

"I don't believe they are sitting idle," Bob declared in an effort to
cheer his patron. "Probably there will be news to-morrow."

"Maybe," sighed the financier. "But if something does not happen by
to-morrow, I shall start myself in my own yacht to chase up Daly."

"I doubt if that would do any good, sir," protested Bob. "It might
simply, as you said yourself, precipitate a crisis."

"Well, a crisis is better than having nothing done," fumed the man
irritably.

"You must not forget there is O'Connel."

"Much good he is doing. We have only heard from him once and as we
have no license you can't talk to him."

"Nevertheless, he is on the job at his end of the line," Bob answered.
"He has a lot of common sense,