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The evidence for this consists of certain cipher telegrams from the military authorities in Germany, addressed to the Embassy in Washington; these were decoded in England and said to contain instructions for outrages to be committed in Canadian territory. I cannot say if these messages were genuine or no.
When the telegram had been delivered and decoded both transactions being marked by reasonable promptitude the head of the British Secret Service in New York called the British Embassy in Washington on the long distance telephone. Shortly thereafter an attache of the British Embassy jumped into a motor-car and had himself driven to one of the cardinal departments of the Federal Government.
When I decoded it, I found it to be from the Minister Protopopoff, containing certain further instructions, as well as a message from the Tsaritza which necessitated the monk having a second audience with the Kaiser.
It was then but a matter of grouping the letters into words; and, decoded, the first line read: Fake evidence in...... She worked steadily on. It was a lengthy message, and it took her a long time.
It was a message in code from Potomac National Headquarters. We watched the queer-looking characters printing on the tape. Very softly, in a voice hardly above a whisper, Georg decoded it. "Dr. Brende, see P.C.S. 10.42, warning you, probably of Venus immigrants now here. Do you need guard? Or will you come to Washington at once for personal safety?" "Father!" cried Elza. Georg burst out.
"But one of the boys dropped on to a little rig on one of the cliffs a little way from here, so we thought it was just as well to be careful." Gregory nodded and the company drew closer to the operator as he bent over his work. When the message was decoded it read: Off Northwest Harbor El Diablo From: Launch Pelican. Albacore tuna running close shore this end.
"My superior," said the man. "How did you know Major Connel was coming here to investigate the Nationalists?" "I read the decoded message sent to the Solar Delegate, Mr. James." "Who told you to send men to bomb the Polaris?" "My superior," said the man. "Your superior your superior!" Walters' voice was edged with contempt. "What else has your superior told you to do?"
And behind him was the scourge of the telegram which he had received a few hours ago, a telegram harmless enough to all appearance, but which, decoded, was like a scourge to his back. Your work is unsatisfactory and your slackness deserves reprobation. Great events wait upon you. The object of your search is necessary for our imminent operations. The sound of a horse's hoofs disturbed him.
"Now," he muttered to the others in a low tone, "leave the questioning to me, and mention no names." He picked up a Marconigram lying among the letters, and read it. Without a word, but smiling slightly, he handed it unobtrusively to Curtis. It bore that day's date, and the decoded time of delivery was 4 P.M. "Arriving to-night," it ran. "Coming direct Fifty-Ninth Street.
The explanation of the Russian cruisers' pertinacity was soon made plain to Admiral Dewa by a wireless message which he picked up, addressed to the captain of the Novik, which, decoded, ran thus: "Keep in touch with enemy but do not attack until I join you. Two battleships and Askold following to support you. Signed Makarov."
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