Come on, Walter. I've thrown together all we
shall need for one night--and it doesn't include any pajamas,
either."
A few minutes later we met our friend Burke of the secret service
at the new terminal. He had wired Kennedy earlier in the day
saying that he would be in New York and would call him up.
"The plans, as I told you in my message," began Burke, when we had
seated ourselves in a compartment of the Pullman, "were those of
Captain Shirley, covering the wireless-controlled submarine. The
old captain is a thoroughbred, too. I've known him in Washington.
Comes of an old New England, family with plenty of money but more
brains. For years he has been working on this science of radio-
telautomatics, has all kinds of patents, which he has dedicated to
the United States, too. Of course the basic, pioneer patents are
not his. His work has been in the practical application of them.
And, Kennedy, there are some secrets about his latest work that he
has not patented; he has given them outright to the Navy
Department, because they are too valuable even to patent.
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