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Crimson Wizar Th W Id H P t that every possibility be ob- e 0 rea rsee r served and protected against. Quill as Red Fleet Sails The PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS OF THE DRAMA PETER QUILL,ahunchback, In- ERICLAMBERT,.deel.ner of auper- Yentor of Invlelble 1I.btnin. with battl ••hipe. affinity for e"ploelv •• and capable MAIDA TRAVERS, radioeln.er, of deatroyln. battleehipe. betoved by Lambert. ALLAN TYLER, chief of eecret IVAN MOLOKOFF, •• eletant en.l- bureau. neer of radio etatlon. SONYA DANILO, beautiful and PETROVICH, emba •• y attache. myeterloue Apre In plot a.&inet MICHAEL RACLOV, •• eiet&nt of Peter Quill and hie 1I.htnin.. Sonya. By SPECIAL AGENT (Copyr!aht: 1938: The Chlcap Tribune.) SO brief that it cannot be com- puted. So it was this night with the Red fleet splitting the waves of the North sea in its drive toward the Atlantic. The whole world stood by. The world stood by in its radio stations. London's great station became the center of this ethe- real, t his impalpable nerve flber. A hush fell when London began calling. "London is calling all world radio stations!" This startling announcement came into millions of ears at precisely the same moment. And at precisely the same mo- ment every radio station the world over cut its programs and listened. Orchestras were sud- denly silenced in the middle of. exquisite phrases tro.n Brahms or Beethoven or Liszt. Orators of universal note were stopped in the moment of their most elo- quent periods. Dancers in a thousand restaurants f 0 und themselves strangely without rhythm. Every radio receiver was hushed, the eyes of millions fixed upon them as if something ghastly might leap out. There came a quick succes- sion of voices out of the night. "This is Chicago!" "This is Paris! " "This is New York! " "This is Warsaw!" It was the roll call of the cities of the world. Each city I. P ETER QUILL sat in the steel turret of the Red flag- ship. Leningrad was far behind in the shifting fog of the Gulf of Finland. Peter Quill's penetrating gray - blue eyes had never once wavered from the icy water of the sea. The shrieking of a polar wind from of! the Finnish coast did not disturb his endless vigil. Sometimes the steel door of the turret would clang behind him. Peter Quill would swiftly lift his hand and draw a cover over a small cabinet which stood before him. Under this cover no curious eye could see a' glit- tering array of levers. Then a Red naval officer would apolo- gize, deliver some message, and retire. Sometimes it would be a steward with food. When the food had been set down and the steward had retired Peter Quill would unmask his curious cabi- net. But he would always gaze into the sea ahead. ~ Peter Quill ate little. His tray of food would be taken away. Again he would gaze into the sea. Peter Quill's face, which was furrowed and pitiful- ly distorted, had become truly a study in horror. The skin was white and terribly drawn over cheek and jaw bones. Deep shadows fell away from the nostrils, down' past the thick, repulsive lips, and to his wrin- kled neck. The distorted body seemed to have reached the end of its endurance in supporting a head as large as a giant's. The clawlike hands moved in- cessantly over the keyboard as if in a thousand caresses. The cabinet of death! This was the strange invisible lightning which Peter Quill alone could create and alone direct. The secret of its crea- tion and of its use lay deep in that mysterious mind which had discovered it. The strange mind of Peter Quill worked its magic within that huge, rolling head. Behind the flagship of the Red fleet there trailed the straining battleships. This long train of steel monsters had steamed southwest through the Baltic sea. There was no secret of its mobilization. The eyes of the world were upon this fleet, anxious to know its destination. The Red fleet turned northwest through the channel under the very brows of Copenhagen and emerged into the Kattegat. The steel door behind Peter Quill clanged. An officer ap- peared. Peter Quill hastily drew the cover over his death cabinet. " We shall soon be in the North sea," said the officer. Peter Quill'seyes never left the sea."Willtherebe a fog?" he asked. "Wemust have fog." "A fog?" •• Yes, fog. There is no sur- prise in a fog. Watch for a fog." The officer went away. Peter Quill lifted thecovering from his cabinet. He stared into the first light mists of the Skager- rak. The fieet passed out upon the North sea and laid acourse forthe northof Scotland. When the officer appeared again in Peter Quill's steel tower he said: ••Comrade Petrovich and Sonya are aboard the Amer- ican transport. The transport has docked at Kirkwall. Kirk- wall is in the Orkney Islands." Peter Quill did not turn. " I must have the radium tubes," he said in cold, measured tones. "We shall get them," said the officer. The officer clanged the door behind him and walked straight to the quarters of the radio telegraph. He wrote a brief message in Russian. II. Peter Quill was cut of! from the world in his steel turret. But the world was filled with Peter Quill. The radio can do this. The radio waves can bring Paris to Chicago in a space of time .c t~ o Cell ,~ III. Aheavy fog layover the North sea. Peter Quill had his wish.The radio messages be- tween the American transport and theLondon stationwere still in progress when there came a weird interruption. It was music; music in wild,fear- ful rhythm. "What's that music?" The voice of the transport command- er was peremptory: And then that same question came flying from every remote crevice of the world. This must have been so, for every radio transmitter the world over was at rest; and every receiver was open; and every announcer must have repeated the startled inter- rogation before he could think. The music swirled eerily over the air waves; and with it akind of demon's laughter, an echoing •• ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." The music faded and there came a voice with a strong Russian accent: "What is the music?" The tone was of irony and bitterness and keen derision. " It is dance music Russian dance music . which you shall dance to. .. . This is Moscow broadcasting dance music to h~p you flnd the soviet fleet. . . The fog hides the fleet, you say? ... Yes, it is a fog . . . a Red fog .'. . and this is a Red broadcast . .. a Red broadcast to tangle and snarl your international radio . . ." Suddenly the music went off the air in a crackle of static. Commander Jones of the trans- port was the first to sense this. •• This is Jones at Kirkwall," he shouted. ••Yes, Jones, this is London." Jones hardly waited for him to finish. "We're getting some- thing strange here," he said. " Some one is speaking Russian. We can't understand it. Wait! I have an idea. I'll have it re- corded by phonograph. It's probably in short wave. When Route of the Russian neet. Mediterranean-bound. was standing by in that dead silence to catch word of that strangest of beings, Peter Quill, the Crimson Wizard. On went the call of cities. Cal- cutta, San Francisco, Cap e Town, Hammerfest, Honolulu; ears were straining in the daz- zling heat of India, in the cool breezes of the Golden Gate, in the sea mists of South Africa, the freezing ice caps of the Arc- tic circle, and in the lazy sun- down ofthe South Sea isles. Then there came an unexpect- ed response. •• This is Kirkwall." From the London radio sta- tion therecame the astonished question: "Kirkwall? What Kirkwall?" The reply wasimmediate. •• This is the United States trans- port America. We have just docked at Kirkwall in the Ork- neyIslands, Scotland." So this was the destination of the transport with its marines. TheLondon radio was quick to recognize it. ••Welcome, Amer- ica!" it shouted. ••And thank YOU for a fast voyage. We shall have four squadrons of pursuit planes and bombers to help you within a half hour. Will you please keep a lookout against the landing of any Russians in that sector?" The free nations had been swift in their response to a com- mon need for defense. There was little likelihood that Rus- sian soldiers or marines would land. But that small likelihood stood out as a threat. The free nations sent troops to guard every dangerous coastline. No one knew the objective of the Red fleet. It was imperative I have the record finished I'll repeat it t~ you, London. Then you can have it translated for me." It was too late. And it is very simple to explain how this could be. Comrade Petrovich had heard the Russian words. He was in the group of officers gathered about the receiver in the radio room of the transport. This he could easily do. In his disguise of Y. M. C. A. worker he had gone freely about the ship and had made many ac- quaintances. When theradio began working that night it was not many moments before the officers all knew thataffairs of importance were at hand. Those who were at liberty hurried to theradio deck. And, listening there, Petrovichhad caughtthe first transmission of the Russian message. It was this: "Petrovich .. . Petrovich ...goon land immediately .a plane fromthe fleet will pick you up from the land- ing field just south of the har- bor." Petrovich slipped away. The groupaboutthe receiver re- mained as if fascinated.The Russian message was repeated over and over, as if by repetition the Red flagship hoped to make sure that this order would reach its destination. Petrovich did not remain to hear Commander Jones determine upon making a phonographic record. Yet it was this delay that made it possible for Petrovich to move swiftly to Sonya Danilo's cabin. ••Quick, Sonya!" he called. ••We are going ashore." ••What, now?" said Sonya. DeceJII.1Jer 4. 1938 The Red Russian neet steamed into the first liqht mists of the Skagerrak. ••We haven't a split second to lose. Come quickly. I'll explain afterward." Sonya snatched her mantle and service cap. Together they hurried down the gangplank. The guard at the dock did not notice them. They were not in the military service. They might pass off the ship without ques- tion. Their return would be an- other matter. The guard would demand their passes then. They left the dock., The snarl of an airplane was heard overhead. "There they come," said Pet- rovich. "Who?" .•Never mind. Hurry." Petrovich seized the girl by the arm and almost swung her off her feet in his anxiety to make haste. In a few moments they reached the airport. The plane was just landing. The pilot slowly swept the field with his searchlight. Petrovich plucked off Sonya's mantle and waved it. The pilot saw him and held the searchlight at one side. Petrovich and Sonya gained the side of the plane and clam- bered aboard. The motors had not been shut of!. The propel- lers were whirling. Petrovich caught a glimpse of collapsible pontoons drawn back under the wings. The plane could alight in the sea. The motors went into high. The plane took of!, circled the field, and was lost in the north. By this time the translation of the message had come back to Commander Jones. At the same moment an attendant L'om the airport reported the flight. The dock guard reported the departure of the Y. M. C. A. sec- Proper dental care can make a lot of difference in the beouty ond cleon feel of your teeth. See for yourselfl Teel Liquid Dentifrice Is an amazing new product developed by Procter & Gamble laborotories. retary and the Red Cross nurse. " Admiralty!" Jones called so loudly that the microphone trilled. "We've been fooled.' The delay in translating - .. that strange plane ..." London became a n x i 0 u s. "What are you saying about a strange plane?" " Not a strange plane; a Rus- sian plane." " A Russian plane?" "0, what. a blunder! While we were fooling with that Rus- sian translation a Red Cross nurse and a Y. M. C. A. secre- tary went ashore. Do you know who they were?" London replied slowly and Jones bowed in humiliation as he listened: "Yes, if the trans- lation is correct you have just let slip Petrovich and Sonya Danilo, two of the most dan- gerous spies in the service of the Red Circle." Then London added, "But it's good riddance, commander." "No," said Jones."And I can tell you why. Sonya and Petrovich took with them the radium tubes for Peter Quill's invisible lightning. Peter Quill is with the Red fleet. With his deadly machine he is master of the oceans. My compliments to the British navy, but we're lost." IV. World events crystalize with amazing rapidity in the air waves. A century ago the af- fairs of nations could be com- municated 0 n I yb Y tedious correspondence transmitted by sailing vessels whose voyages dragged on endlessly. A half century ago these same messages straggled over the newborn and halting cables. Today the re- motest mountain cabin is in- stantly alert to events as they occur. The world, then, was as close, as intimate, and as sensitive to this thing called radio as if all the world were sitting about the same table in the same room. Music was playing again. This was contrary to the agreement of the world broadcast. London instantly came on the air. "What station is playing music?" The question was re- peated over and over. The music faded slightly. Then a voice: "This is Warsaw . . . we are playing--" Maida sings to Eric. London: .•Sorry, we must ask you not to play music. We have agreed to stand by in pur- suit of the Red fleet." Warsaw: "Please, London, everyone will want to hear this music,... Calling Paris ... calling Paris . .." Paris answered on the instant. Then came the voice of Warsaw: "Is Mr. Eric Lambert in the Paris studio?" (Tribune Studio photo.) Sonya Danilo, disguised as a Red Cross worker. left the transport with Petrovich. And as instantly came the voice of Eric Lambert:"Yes. . . Lambert . . . this is Lambert ... " "Listen, Mr. Lambert. And listen, everyone!' There was a moment of tense silence. Then the music came up again. And with it came' the voice of a girl singing. There could be no mistake ! Nor could Lambert restrain an astonish- ment which a whole world of netted radio was awaiting with straining ears. .•Maida! Maida!" Lambert shouted the words into the Paris microphone. The song stopped. In its place there came a delighted and al- most hysterical laughter. "Eric, Eric! It is I, Maida! " ••But Maida, how did you escape? " "In a parachute, darling . Five tho usa nd feet down through the darkness . Poor, mad Peter QUill . . .. " Warsaw was fading out. There was a last excited call from Eric Lambert: "Listen, Maida! Wait there for me. I'll have an airplane in an hour. Do you hear me? I'll get a' plane . " V. There was no more music. In its place there came the angry snarl of airplane propellers. Against this rising roar there was the voice of a flight com- mander: "This is X-35 patroling Scapa Flow, Orkney Islands. Fog still heavy. Red fleet not in sight." To the listening world this was the curtain drawn aside. The stage was the North sea. Radio has taught the ear to see. All the world fixed this seeing ear upon that one spot of all the earth's surface. The scene was a vague tumult of fog and of rocky shores and tumbling waves and moaning airplanes and of a Red fleet creeping mys- teriously through the vast blan- ket of deepening mist. 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Crimson WizarTh W Id H P t that every possibility be ob-e 0rea rsee r served and protected against.
Quill as Red Fleet Sails
The
PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS OF THE DRAMAPETER QUILL, a hunchback, In- ERIC LAMBERT,.deel.ner of auper-Yentor of Invlelble 1I.btnin. with battl •• hipe.affinity for e"ploelv •• and capable MAIDA TRAVERS, radio eln.er,of deatroyln. battleehipe. betoved by Lambert.
ALLAN TYLER, chief of eecret IVAN MOLOKOFF, •• eletant en.l-bureau. neer of radio etatlon.
SONYA DANILO, beautiful and PETROVICH, emba •• y attache.myeterloue Apre In plot a.&inet MICHAEL RACLOV, •• eiet&nt ofPeter Quill and hie 1I.htnin.. Sonya.
By SPECIAL AGENT(Copyr!aht: 1938: The Chlcap Tribune.)
SO brief that it cannot be com-puted. So it was this nightwith the Red fleet splitting thewaves of the North sea in itsdrive toward the Atlantic.The whole world stood by.
The world stood by in its radiostations. London's great stationbecame the center of this ethe-real, t his impalpable nerveflber. A hush fell when Londonbegan calling."London is calling all world
radio stations!"This startling announcement
came into millions of ears atprecisely the same moment.And at precisely the same mo-ment every radio station theworld over cut its programs andlistened. Orchestras were sud-denly silenced in the middle of.exquisite phrases tro.n Brahmsor Beethoven or Liszt. Oratorsof universal note were stoppedin the moment of their most elo-quent periods. Dancers in athousand restaurants f 0 u n dthemselves strangely withoutrhythm. Every radio receiverwas hushed, the eyes of millionsfixed upon them as if somethingghastly might leap out.There came a quick succes-
sion of voices out of the night."This is Chicago!""This is Paris! ""This is New York! ""This is Warsaw!"It was the roll call of the
cities of the world. Each city
I.
PETER QUILL sat in thesteel turret of the Red flag-ship. Leningrad was far
behind in the shifting fog ofthe Gulf of Finland. PeterQuill's penetrating gray -blueeyes had never once waveredfrom the icy water of the sea.The shrieking of a polar windfrom of! the Finnish coast didnot disturb his endless vigil.Sometimes the steel door of
the turret would clang behindhim. Peter Quill would swiftlylift his hand and draw a coverover a small cabinet which stoodbefore him. Under this coverno curious eye could see a' glit-tering array of levers. Then aRed naval officer would apolo-gize, deliver some message, andretire. Sometimes it would bea steward with food. When thefood had been set down and thesteward had retired Peter Quillwould unmask his curious cabi-net. But he would always gazeinto the sea ahead.~ Peter Quill ate little. Histray of food would be takenaway. Again he would gaze intothe sea. Peter Quill's face,which was furrowed and pitiful-ly distorted, had become trulya study in horror. The skin waswhite and terribly drawn overcheek and jaw bones. Deepshadows fell away from thenostrils, down' past the thick,repulsive lips, and to his wrin-kled neck. The distorted bodyseemed to have reached the endof its endurance in supportinga head as large as a giant's.The clawlike hands moved in-cessantly over the keyboard asif in a thousand caresses.The cabinet of death!This was the strange invisible
lightning which Peter Quillalone could create and alonedirect. The secret of its crea-tion and of its use lay deep inthat mysterious mind which haddiscovered it. The strange mindof Peter Quill worked its magicwithin that huge, rolling head.Behind the flagship of the
Red fleet there trailed thestraining battleships. This longtrain of steel monsters hadsteamed southwest through theBaltic sea. There was no secretof its mobilization. The eyes ofthe world were upon this fleet,anxious to know its destination.The Red fleet turned northwestthrough the channel under thevery brows of Copenhagen andemerged into the Kattegat.The steel door behind Peter
Quill clanged. An officer ap-peared. Peter Quill hastily drewthe cover over his death cabinet." We shall soon be in the
North sea," said the officer.Peter Quill's eyes never left
the sea. "Will there be a fog?"he asked. "We must have fog.""A fog?"••Yes, fog. There is no sur-
prise in a fog. Watch for a fog."The officer went away. Peter
Quill lifted the covering fromhis cabinet. He stared into thefirst light mists of the Skager-rak. The fieet passed out uponthe North sea and laid a coursefor the north of Scotland.When the officer appeared
again in Peter Quill's steel towerhe said: ••Comrade Petrovichand Sonya are aboard the Amer-ican transport. The transporthas docked at Kirkwall. Kirk-wall is in the Orkney Islands."Peter Quill did not turn. " I
must have the radium tubes,"he said in cold, measured tones."We shall get them," said the
officer. The officer clanged thedoor behind him and walkedstraight to the quarters of theradio telegraph. He wrote abrief message in Russian.
II.Peter Quill was cut of! from
the world in his steel turret. Butthe world was filled with PeterQuill. The radio can do this.The radio waves can bring Paristo Chicago in a space of time
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o Cell ,~
III.A heavy fog layover the
North sea. Peter Quill had hiswish. The radio messages be-tween the American transportand the London station werestill in progress when therecame a weird interruption. Itwas music; music in wild, fear-ful rhythm."What's that music?" The
voice of the transport command-er was peremptory:And then that same question
came flying from every remotecrevice of the world. This musthave been so, for every radiotransmitter the world over wasat rest; and every receiver wasopen; and every announcer musthave repeated the startled inter-rogation before he could think.The music swirled eerily over
the air waves; and with it a kindof demon's laughter, an echoing••ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." The musicfaded and there came a voicewith a strong Russian accent:"What is the music?" The tonewas of irony and bitterness andkeen derision. " It is dancemusic Russian dancemusic . which you shalldance to. . . . This is Moscowbroadcasting dance music toh~p you flnd the soviet fleet.
. . The fog hides the fleet,you say? . . . Yes, it is a fog. . . a Red fog .'. . and thisis a Red broadcast . . . a Redbroadcast to tangle and snarlyour international radio . . ."Suddenly the music went off
the air in a crackle of static.Commander Jones of the trans-port was the first to sense this.••This is Jones at Kirkwall," heshouted.••Yes, Jones, this is London."Jones hardly waited for him
to finish. "We're getting some-thing strange here," he said." Some one is speaking Russian.We can't understand it. Wait!I have an idea. I'll have it re-corded by phonograph. It'sprobably in short wave. When
Route of the Russian neet. Mediterranean-bound.
was standing by in that deadsilence to catch word of thatstrangest of beings, Peter Quill,the Crimson Wizard.On went the call of cities. Cal-
cutta, San Francisco, Cap eTown, Hammerfest, Honolulu;ears were straining in the daz-zling heat of India, in the coolbreezes of the Golden Gate, inthe sea mists of South Africa,the freezing ice caps of the Arc-tic circle, and in the lazy sun-down of the South Sea isles.Then there came an unexpect-
ed response. ••This is Kirkwall."From the London radio sta-
tion there came the astonishedquestion: " Kirkwall? WhatKirkwall? "The reply was immediate.
••This is the United States trans-port America. We have justdocked at Kirkwall in the Ork-ney Islands, Scotland."So this was the destination of
the transport with its marines.The London radio was quick torecognize it. ••Welcome, Amer-ica!" it shouted. ••And thankYOUfor a fast voyage. We shallhave four squadrons of pursuitplanes and bombers to help youwithin a half hour. Will youplease keep a lookout againstthe landing of any Russians inthat sector?"The free nations had been
swift in their response to a com-mon need for defense. Therewas little likelihood that Rus-sian soldiers or marines wouldland. But that small likelihoodstood out as a threat. The freenations sent troops to guardevery dangerous coastline. Noone knew the objective of theRed fleet. It was imperative
I have the record finished I'llrepeat it t~ you, London. Thenyou can have it translatedfor me."It was too late. And it is very
simple to explain how this couldbe. Comrade Petrovich hadheard the Russian words. Hewas in the group of officersgathered about the receiver inthe radio room of the transport.This he could easily do. In hisdisguise of Y. M. C. A. workerhe had gone freely about theship and had made many ac-quaintances. When the radiobegan working that night it wasnot many moments before theofficers all knew that affairs ofimportance were at hand. Thosewho were at liberty hurried tothe radio deck. And, listeningthere, Petrovich had caught thefirst transmission of the Russianmessage. It was this:"Petrovich . . . Petrovich
. . . go on land immediately. a plane from the fleet
will pick you up from the land-ing field just south of the har-bor."Petrovich slipped away. The
group about the receiver re-mained as if fascinated. TheRussian message was repeatedover and over, as if by repetitionthe Red flagship hoped to makesure that this order would reachits destination. Petrovich didnot remain to hear CommanderJones determine upon making aphonographic record. Yet it wasthis delay that made it possiblefor Petrovich to move swiftlyto Sonya Danilo's cabin.••Quick, Sonya!" he called.
••We are going ashore."••What, now?" said Sonya.
DeceJII.1Jer 4. 1938
The Red Russian neet steamed into the first liqht mists of the Skagerrak.
••We haven't a split second tolose. Come quickly. I'll explainafterward."Sonya snatched her mantle
and service cap. Together theyhurried down the gangplank.The guard at the dock did notnotice them. They were not inthe military service. They mightpass off the ship without ques-tion. Their return would be an-other matter. The guard woulddemand their passes then. Theyleft the dock.,The snarl of an airplane was
heard overhead."There they come," said Pet-
rovich."Who?".•Never mind. Hurry."Petrovich seized the girl by
the arm and almost swung heroff her feet in his anxiety tomake haste. In a few momentsthey reached the airport. Theplane was just landing. Thepilot slowly swept the fieldwith his searchlight. Petrovichplucked off Sonya's mantle andwaved it. The pilot saw himand held the searchlight at oneside. Petrovich and Sonya gainedthe side of the plane and clam-bered aboard. The motors hadnot been shut of!. The propel-lers were whirling. Petrovichcaught a glimpse of collapsiblepontoons drawn back under thewings. The plane could alightin the sea. The motors wentinto high. The plane took of!,circled the field, and was lostin the north.By this time the translation
of the message had come backto Commander Jones. At thesame moment an attendant L'omthe airport reported the flight.The dock guard reported thedeparture of the Y. M. C. A. sec-
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retary and the Red Cross nurse." Admiralty!" Jones called so
loudly that the microphonetrilled. " We've been fooled.'The delay in translating - . .that strange plane . . ."London became a n x i 0 u s.
"What are you saying about astrange plane?"" Not a strange plane; a Rus-
sian plane."" A Russian plane?""0, what. a blunder! While
we were fooling with that Rus-sian translation a Red Crossnurse and a Y. M. C. A. secre-tary went ashore. Do you knowwho they were?"London replied slowly and
Jones bowed in humiliation ashe listened: "Yes, if the trans-lation is correct you have justlet slip Petrovich and SonyaDanilo, two of the most dan-gerous spies in the service ofthe Red Circle."Then London added, "But it's
good riddance, commander.""No," said Jones. "And I
can tell you why. Sonya andPetrovich took with them theradium tubes for Peter Quill'sinvisible lightning. Peter Quillis with the Red fleet. With hisdeadly machine he is master ofthe oceans. My compliments tothe British navy, but we're lost."
IV.World events crystalize with
amazing rapidity in the airwaves. A century ago the af-fairs of nations could be com-municated 0 n I y b Y tediouscorrespondence transmitted bysailing vessels whose voyagesdragged on endlessly. A halfcentury ago these same messagesstraggled over the newborn andhalting cables. Today the re-
motest mountain cabin is in-stantly alert to events as theyoccur.The world, then, was as close,
as intimate, and as sensitive tothis thing called radio as if allthe world were sitting about thesame table in the same room.Music was playing again. This
was contrary to the agreementof the world broadcast.London instantly came on the
air. "What station is playingmusic?" The question was re-peated over and over.The music faded slightly.
Then a voice: "This is Warsaw. . . we are playing--"
Maida sings to Eric.
London: .•Sorry, we mustask you not to play music. Wehave agreed to stand by in pur-suit of the Red fleet."Warsaw: "Please, London,
everyone will want to hear thismusic, . . . Calling Paris . . .calling Paris . . ."Paris answered on the instant.
Then came the voice of Warsaw:"Is Mr. Eric Lambert in theParis studio?"
(Tribune Studio photo.)
Sonya Danilo, disguised as a RedCross worker. left the transport with
Petrovich.
And as instantly came thevoice of Eric Lambert: "Yes.
. . Lambert . . . this isLambert ... ""Listen, Mr. Lambert. And
listen, everyone!'There was a moment of tense
silence. Then the music cameup again. And with it came' thevoice of a girl singing. Therecould be no mistake ! Nor couldLambert restrain an astonish-ment which a whole world ofnetted radio was awaiting withstraining ears..•Maida! Maida!" Lambert
shouted the words into the Parismicrophone.The song stopped. In its place
there came a delighted and al-most hysterical laughter. "Eric,Eric! It is I, Maida! "••But Maida, how did you
escape? "" In a parachute, darling .
Five tho usa n d feet downthrough the darkness .Poor, mad Peter QUill . . .. "Warsaw was fading out. There
was a last excited call fromEric Lambert: "Listen, Maida!Wait there for me. I'll have anairplane in an hour. Do youhear me? I'll get a' plane . "
V.There was no more music. In
its place there came the angrysnarl of airplane propellers.Against this rising roar therewas the voice of a flight com-mander:"This is X-35 patroling Scapa
Flow, Orkney Islands. Fog stillheavy. Red fleet not in sight."To the listening world this was
the curtain drawn aside. Thestage was the North sea. Radiohas taught the ear to see. Allthe world fixed this seeing earupon that one spot of all theearth's surface. The scene wasa vague tumult of fog andof rocky shores and tumblingwaves and moaning airplanesand of a Red fleet creeping mys-teriously through the vast blan-ket of deepening mist.As the voice of one flight com-
mander faded out with the whirrof his propellers another imme-
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