There was more recrimination
between the stutterer and his tormentor, and the boys listened
attentively, hoping to get some clue to the whereabouts of the
afflicted one's station. But they could get no hint of this, and
finally the voice ceased, leaving them full of hope but with little
that was definite to found their suspicions on.
"Of course, it may not mean anything at all," said Bob. "This Dan
Cassey isn't the only man in the world who stutters."
"No, but there can't be many who are as bad as he is," said Joe,
grinning at the recollection, even though his mind was occupied with
more serious thoughts. "But it will certainly be worth our while to
try to locate this person and find out what name he answers to."
The others were of the same opinion, and they listened for some
repetition of the voice in the hope that its possessor might drop
some clue to his identity, but although they missed most of the
concert by trying to catch the talk of the object of their interest,
they heard no further word of him that evening nor for many more
to come.
The next morning but one when Bob joined his companions it was plain
to see that he was bursting with news.
"Say, fellows," was his salutation, "did any of you read in the
morning papers of the big Radio Show that is opening up in New York
City?"
They had to confess that they were innocent of any such knowledge.
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