36xxxx 068 90 Second Intervals

For the second time the Gregory party has escaped from the Magic Island, and as they race along under the sea in the Euclidean submarine, putting forty more miles between themselves with every hour, it looks as if all should be well. But nothing connected with the Magic Island is ever just what it seems to be. Captain Bradford, Mrs. Gregory, and Jerry Hall have been

enjoying themselves as Joan explains the working of the stolen submarine. But the fun is over when their radio picks up a warning signal from Euclidea. Joan is explaining that it will be impossible for them to intercept any messages without giving away their own position.

But we've just got to sit still and listen to that thing, how? We can't even get any messages out. We will be able to send no communications via the Euclidean transmission beam in operation, Jerry.

I can't understand it, Jones. You say that Euclidean radio is working on a wavelength far shorter than anything in our world. Yes, Mother. Then why can't we use the radio in this submarine? Use it on the Common Broadcast Band, or commercial shortwave and be perfectly safe.

We would interrupt that signal we are now hearing. I don't see how. I believe I do, Jerry. As long as that signal continues without interruption, G47 has no way of finding out that we are even receiving it here.

But if we cut it off to move from that wavelength, the action will be registered on the recording graphs at the island. Locating the send would be a mighty simple map. And we don't even dare to stop that noise.

It would be very unwise. Well, it sure gets on my nerves. Well, don't let it bother you too much. much better to have a few shivers running up and down your back and it would be for G-47 to locate. Oh, I'll say it is. Right, Texan. Why, it stopped. Yeah. And I can get along