Roy J. Snell, Sally Scott of the WAVES
“ But now, here was the secret radio talking again. “This may be the hour,” she whispered excitedly as, having turned the dial, she listened once again.Slipping from her berth, she drew on a heavy velvet dressing gown, turned the radio up a little, then sat there listening, turning a dial now and then, listening some more and all the time growing more excited.After twenty minutes of listening her face took on a look of sheer horror.“I can’t do it,” she thought. “I may be court-martialed. But I must! I must!” ”
