"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Be seated, I implore you!" exclaimed the President. The Russian and German ambassadors somewhat ungraciously resumed their former places, casting at each other glances of undisguised contempt. "As I see the matter," continued the President, "there are two distinct propositions before you: The first relates to how far the extraordinary events of the past week are of such a character as to demand joint investigation and action by the Powers. The second involves the cause of these events and their connection with and relation to the sender of the messages signed Pax. I shall ask you to signify your opinion as to each of these questions." "I believe that some action should be taken, based on the assumption that they are manifestations of one and the same power or cause," said Monsieur Liban emphatically. "I agree with the French Ambassador," growled Rostoloff. "I am of opinion that the phenomena should be the subject of proper scientific investigation," remarked Count von Koenitz more calmly. "But as far as these messages are concerned they are, if I may be pardoned for saying so, a foolish joke. It is undignified to take any cognizance of them." "What do you think, Sir John?" asked the President, turning to the English Ambassador. "Before making up my mind," returned the latter quietly, "I should like to see the operator who received them." "By all means!" exclaimed Von Koenitz. The President pressed a button and his secretary entered. "I had anticipated such a desire on the part of all of you," he announced, "and arranged to have him here. He is waiting outside. Shall I have him brought in?" "Yes! Yes!" answered Rostoloff. And the others nodded. The door opened, and Bill Hood, wearing his best new blue suit and nervously twisting a faded bicycle cap between his fingers, stumbled awkwardly into the room. His face was bright red with embarrassment and one of his cheeks exhibited a marked protuberance. He blinked in the glare of the electric light. "Mr. Hood," the President addressed him courteously, "I have sent for you to explain to these gentlemen, who are the ambassadors of the great European Powers, the circumstances under which you received the wireless messages from the unknown person describing himself as 'Pax.'" Hood shifted from his right to his left foot and pressed his lips together. Von Koenitz fingered the waxed ends of his moustache and regarded the operator whimsically. "In the first place," went on the President, "we desire to know whether the messages which you have reported were received under ordinary or under unusual conditions. In a word, could you form any opinion as to the whereabouts of the sender?" Hood scratched the side of his nose in a manner politely doubtful. "Sure thing, your Honour," he answered at last. "Sure the conditions was unusual. That feller has some juice and no mistake." "Juice?" inquired Von Koenitz.