Here she was, a fragile human thing, in a flying ship of her own design, held fast by atmospheric force above an unknown city situate somewhere in the Great Desert,--and some one in that city was conversing with her by a method of "wireless" as yet undiscovered by admitted science,--yet communication was perfect and words distinct.

Following up the suggestion presented to her she said-- "You are speaking to me in English.

Are you all English folk in your city ?" A faint quiver as of laughter vibrated through the "Sound Ray." "No, indeed! We have no nationality." "No nationality ?" "None.

We are one people.

But we speak every language that ever has been spoken in the past, or is spoken in the present.