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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Stolen War Secret — XI. The Radio-Detective (1914)

He had diverged off toward the kiosk and the wireless-apparatus which he had rigged up during the afternoon. Loosening the wires, he carried the apparatus bodily with him into the house where Sinclair had the phonograph in his splendidly equipped library.
“This is what I might call my radio-detective,” explained Kennedy with just a trace of pride in his voice, as we entered. “Even if it is mainly improvised, I think it is built up on a very compact system and ought to prove efficient.”
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve The Stolen War Secret — XI. The Radio-Detective (1914)

There was no disputing Kennedy’s reasoning. It must be a cipher-message, though from whom and to whom and what it contained not even the marvelous radio detective could tell. I wondered whether Kennedy could fathom it.
Craig wrote it out, reversed, and read off the letters slowly, but that did not seem to do any good. It was no plainer forward than backward.
“There must be some key,” he persisted, looking it over thoughtfully.
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