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"Heffelbauer," said the m. e., "did you ever hear of a code belonging to the office a long time ago a private code? You know what a code is, don't you?" "Yah," said Heffelbauer. "Sure I know vat a code is. Yah, apout dwelf or fifteen year ago der office had a code. Der reborters in der city-room haf it here." "Ah!" said the m. e. "We're getting on the trail now. Where was it kept, Heffelbauer?
It would be at least a new experience. Mr. Dwelf was a man of indefinite age; his high, narrow forehead, cold grey eyes, and determined manner bespoke an unflinching purpose. He had a large book under his arm, and there seemed every probability that he had left a package of similar volumes in the hall.
"Toby," she said, "lieber Toby, I am so all-lofing by you you are sitch a good maan I am so so I am yoost all-lofing by you!" And she cried heartily upon his shoulder. "Toby, uf you ain'd here for me to-morrow by eckseckly dwelf o'glock, uf you are von minutes late, I'm goin' yoost fall down deat! Don' you led nothings happen mit you, Toby."
The author's labours were cut short by the sudden intrusion of a maidservant. "A gentleman to see you, sir," said the maid, handing a card with the name Caiaphas Dwelf inscribed on it; "says it's important." Mellowkent hesitated and yielded; the importance of the visitor's mission was probably illusory, but he had never met any one with the name Caiaphas before.
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