Although Willie still had few friends in New York, he was far from being lonely. Long ago he had arranged with his friends in Central City for wireless communications. Almost every day between half-past twelve and one o’clock he had a brief chat with some member of the Wireless Patrol. Willie regretted that he could not have his wireless at his boarding-place, so he could use it at night. Yet he knew that was really an idle wish, for he did not himself possess a battery sufficiently powerful to carry messages to Central City, nor had he yet funds enough to buy such a battery. So the present arrangement was a good one. He could talk to his friends at noon, while they were home from school and he was free. And his outfit was of great use to Mr. King. More and more the Special Agent made use of it, and Willie sent despatches for him almost daily. Week succeeded week. When Roy or Mr. Reynolds was in port, Willie had companionship during the evenings. More than once Mr. King took Willie to his own home. He had a nephew of about Willie’s age, with whom he made him acquainted, and gradually Willie’s circle of acquaintanceship widened. Moreover, he found where the nearest branch of the public library was. Here he could obtain almost any ordinary book that had been published. When the librarian found how keen he was to read and study, she willingly got from other branches or from the main library the books Willie wanted but could not find on her own shelves. So time passed faster than Willie ever dreamed could be possible. One day Mr. King rang the buzzer. As Willie stepped into the Chief’s office he saw that the Special Agent sat at his desk with a deep frown on his face. Before him lay a cablegram that Willie had brought to him some days previously. “Willie,” said Mr. King, “we have reason to believe that a gang of smugglers has been getting diamonds into the country without paying the duty. We’ve watched them closely, but we have not been able to break up the smuggling. This cablegram says that one of their agents has sailed for America on the Majestic and that——” “Is his name Simonski?” asked Willie. The Special Agent turned and looked at Willie keenly. He was continually being surprised at Willie’s knowledge. “It is,” he said, “but how did you know it?” “I caught a wireless message the first night I was in New York,” said Willie, “and it said to watch for Simonski with diamonds. I remembered the name.” “But you had no wireless outfit then—at least, it wasn’t set up.” “I was listening in with my friend Roy Mercer in the wireless cabin of the Lycoming. He told me what the message likely meant.”