How's that?
I'm forgetting my A, B, C's.

What's T ?" "One dash." "Is three seconds long enough ?" "Three for dashes and one for dots." "O." The long column swung slowly to right, then slowly back to left again, then slowly back to right.
"P's a hard one; here goes." "Good for you, _some_ handwriting." In five minutes or less, Nick had sprawled across the open page of the heavens the words, "STOP BLUE CAR 50792 EAGLE ON FRONT." He paused about half a minute then repeated the message.
That long, accusing arm crossed stars as it swayed and flashed.

It filled the limitless sky like a rainbow.

A giant spectre it was, swaying in the unknown depths, crossing clouds, and piercing realms of darkness, and speaking to those who could understand.

A sick child, somewhere or other, saw it, and the watchful mother carried the little one to a window the better to see this strange visitant.
"It's a search-light," she said.