"No; the air _was_ full of them, sir--shrieking with them you might say; but they've stopped now. The trouble has been that I've been jammed by the Brussels station talking to the Belgian Congo--same wave length--and I couldn't tune Brussels out. Every once in a while I'd get a word of what Paris was saying, and it's always the same word--'_heure_.' But just now Brussels stopped sending and I got the complete message of the Eiffel Tower. They wanted to know our time by Greenwich. I gave it to 'em. Then Paris said to tell you to take your transit with great care and send result to them immediately----" The ordinarily calm Thornton gave a great suspiration and his face was livid. "Aeta's just crossed--we're five minutes out! Evarts, am I crazy? Am I talking straight?" Evarts laid his hand on the other's arm. "The earthquake's knocked out your transit," he suggested. "And Paris--how about Paris?" asked Thornton. He wrote something down on a card mechanically and started for the door. "Get me the Eiffel Tower!" he ordered Williams. The three men stood motionless, as the wireless man sent the Eiffel Tower call hurtling across the Atlantic: "ETA--ETA--ETA." "All right," whispered Williams, "I've got 'em." "Tell Paris that our clocks are all out five minutes according to the meridian." Williams worked the key rapidly, and then listened. "The Eiffel Tower says that their chronometers also appear to be out by the same time, and that Greenwich and Moscow both report the same thing. Wait a minute! He says Moscow has wired that at eight o'clock last evening a tremendous aurora of bright yellow light was seen to the northwest, and that their spectroscopes showed the helium line only. He wants to know if we have any explanation to offer----" "Explanation!" gasped Evarts. "Tell Paris that we had earthquake shocks here together with violent seismic movements, sudden rise in barometer, followed by fall, statics, and erratic variation in the magnetic needle." "What does it all mean?" murmured Thornton, staring blankly at the younger man. The key rattled and the rotary spark whined into a shriek. Then silence. "Paris says that the same manifestations have been observed in Russia, Algeria, Italy, and London," called out Williams. "Ah! What's that? Nauen's calling." Again he sent the blue flame crackling between the coils. "Nauen reports an error of five minutes in their meridian observations according to the official clocks. And hello! He says Berlin has capitulated and that the Russians began marching through at daylight--that is about two hours ago. He says he is about to turn the station over to the Allied Commissioners, who will at once assume charge." Evarts whistled. "How about it?" he asked of Thornton. The latter shook his head gravely. "It may be--explainable--or," he added hoarsely, "it may mean the end of the world." Williams sprang from his chair and confronted Thornton. "What do you mean?" he almost shouted.