Hands in his pockets, head bowed in thought, he moved across the hard
packed sand, his feet making practically no sound.
CHAPTER XII
JACK DISCOVERS A TRAITOR
Two figures stood at the door of the radio station power house. The
station was a duplicate of Mr. Hampton's other station on his Long
Island estate, earlier described. So engrossed were the two men in
whispered conversation that they were unaware of Jack's noiseless
approach.
The soft sibilant sound of whispering which came to his ears just as
he was about to approach the door roused Jack from his reflections.
His suspicions were on the alert because of the happenings of recent
days, and he halted. Certain, after standing a moment with every nerve
tensed, that he had not been seen, Jack backed cautiously until again
around the corner of the building.
Who were the two men? What were they whispering about? Pressing
against the side of the building, Jack thought quickly. One of the two
must be the night watchman. Perhaps the other was the man who kept
guard at the station by day. If he were, thought Jack, then, perhaps,
some new danger menaced and the night man had called the day man to
help him. This theory also would account for the fact that they were
whispering, instead of conversing in normal tones.
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