The Night Wire (1926) by H. F. Arnold “New York, September 30 CP FLASH “Ambassador Holliwell died here today. The end camesuddenly as the ambassador was alone in his study….” There is something ungodly about these night wire jobs. You sit up here on the top floor of a skyscraper and listen in to the whispers of a civilization. New York, London, Calcutta, Bombay, Singapore — they’re your next-door neighbors after the streetlights go dim and the world has gone to sleep. But that doesn’t happen often. Most of the time you sit and doze and tap, tap on your typewriter and wish you were home in bed.