On the third night, just after darkness had fallen, “The Ferret” appeared. With him was the nameless youth, he of the burning eyes.
“The Ferret” seemed nervous and ill at ease. Johnny thought this strange; it was not at all like him. In the light of what took place later it was not to seem so strange.
“This lad,” “The Ferret” explained, walking the floor the while, “wants to know more about the city, about men who break the law, and those who are appointed to defend her honest citizens. Particularly he wants to know more about your friends, Drew Lane and Tom Howe.”
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There was no subject closer to Johnny’s heart than the valor2 of his two young detective friends. So, while “The Ferret” slowly paced the floor, he filled the ears of the eager youth with tales of their daring.
“There! There!” “The Ferret” exclaimed at last. “You have told him enough. Knew too much before. You’ll get him killed. He—”
The youth shot him a look, and there the conversation ended. The extraordinary pair left soon after. Alone with his thoughts, Johnny meditated3 upon many matters of more or less importance.
“There is,” he told himself, “an indefinable relationship between those two. It is as if they had known each other always, but never too well; and yet as if an unbreakable bond linked them together for life. It is strange, for ‘The Ferret’ is a middle aged4 man; the other only a boy.”
That night he listened as always to the mysterious Voice of the air.
This night that earnest Voice made his remarks more sweeping5, more pointed1 and scathing6 than ever.
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“This city is filled with traitors8. And some are traitors who know it not.” Thus the voice of the unknown one rang out into the night, and a hundred thousand, listening, thrilled they knew not why.
“When an officer of the law,” he went on, “accepts money from a bootlegger, a gambler or any other law breaker, he is a traitor7 to the city he has sworn to serve.
“But these are not the only traitors.” The voice of the speaker was tense with emotion. “Everything goes out over the air.” This is a slogan of radio workers everywhere. Something was going out this night, memorable9 words that would not be forgotten.
“There are rich traitors,” the Voice went on. “When a rich man pays large sums to crooked10 politicians so that his taxes on his vast holdings may be reduced, he is a traitor.
“There are poor traitors, thousands of them. You may be one. If you have paid some one in your ward11 ten or twenty or forty dollars to have your taxes reduced, you, too, are a traitor.
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“If taxes are unjust, fight them. Fight them in the courts. If the courts fail you, rise up and fight with rifles and machine guns. But never, never stoop to corruption12 to betray the city you should love.”
These were hard words. They were spoken in a tone that told of an earnest desire to serve. There were those listening who found themselves repeating those words of a great Master:
“Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killeth the prophets and stoneth them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not.” These said, “This city is no different from Jerusalem. This young prophet, too, will be killed.”
Many there were who became very angry. Rich men and poor men, politicians and crooks14, were together in this one thing: they had been called traitors. And traitor is a hard word.
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The telephone of that radio station rang again and again that night. Angry voices, sympathetic voices, voices filled with a consuming curiosity, were at the other end of the lines. One and all, they asked the same question:
“Who is this Voice?”
To them all came the same answer:
“We do not know. We know no more about the Voice than you do,” the announcer patiently explained. “He comes to us by remote control. We throw in a switch, and his voice is here.”
“Is he in this city?”
“We do not know. Perhaps he is not human at all, but only a voice from another world.”
These words had their effect. There were some who at heart had meant to be honest. These put their receivers down softly and went into conference with their own hearts. Some made high resolves.
There were those, too, whose hearts were as stone, whose whole beings were filled with hate and greed. These slammed down the receivers and vowed15 revenge.
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But what revenge, and how? How did one punish a voice?
“That fellow will get himself killed,” was Johnny’s comment. “And what a pity!”
There were honest folk who thought the words of this young prophet too harsh. There were those who hoped for a regeneration of their city. There were those who despaired. And there were all too many who asked for nothing so loudly as they did for the silencing of this mysterious Voice, which was, they averred16, worse than an accusing conscience.
On this particular night the Voice went from these broad statements to specific cases. He told of many honest and sincere servants of the people who had endeavored to do their full duty; told also how they had been crowded back into places of little or no importance.
He spoke13 of police officers sent to the “sticks” because of their sincere attempts to enforce the law.
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He came at last to the case of Drew Lane and Tom Howe. By this time one of the great newspapers of the city had taken up the fight. It had devoted17 two full columns to their defense18. The Voice spoke of this, and then launched upon a recital19 of their many acts of danger and daring.
As Johnny listened his cheeks burned. Twice he clapped his hands and shouted.
“Bravo! Great! Great! Go to it, old top!”
But again he grew very sober. How could this Voice know all these facts? There was something very intimate and personal about it all.
“Perhaps ‘The Ferret’ told him,” he murmured. And then a thought struck him. “What if he is—”
He did not finish. The thing seemed quite improbable. But if it were true, how had “The Ferret” happened upon him?
“A strange fellow, that Ferret!” he said to himself aloud. “Always has plenty of money, yet he does not appear to be employed by anyone. They say he is rich, or has a rich friend. Who knows? Perhaps both statements are true. Of one thing I am sure. He is sincere.”
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