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Updated: October 31, 2024
"And hope, my daughter, that now you are really cured though you may have passed through bitter waters but all such things are but God's divine will to chasten us. And when the young man told me of his escapade I felt that even over the telephone he might have" She sets herself wearily to decode some sort of definite meaning out of Mother's elliptic style. An escapade.
Brandy or no brandy, however, he had not lost his wits. He glanced up suddenly. "Tell me something about this," he said. "And what will you do for me if I decode it?" The concierge would promise anything, and did. Haeckel listened, and knew the offer of liberty was a lie. But there was something about the story of the letter itself that bore the hall-marks of truth.
He told me that so far as he had gone already, it was full of information of the gravest import; that a definite scheme was already being formulated against this country by an absolutely unique and dangerous combination of enemies." "Those enemies being?" Nigel shook his head. "That I can only surmise," he replied. "My uncle had only commenced to decode the dispatch when I last saw him."
By such means did Rasputin retain the favour of the people and of the Empress herself. One night he received a telegram in cipher, which he gave me to decode. It had been despatched from Paris and read: "The appointment is at Savignyplatz, 17, Charlottenburg. Do not fail. At once Rasputin became active. He went to Peterhof, where the Court was at that moment, and carried out Azef's desire.
Therefore I sat down at the little desk and at once commenced to decode it. It was in the German spy-cipher, the same used all over the world by German secret agents the most simple yet at the same time the most marvellous and complicated code that the world has ever known. The keys to the code were in twelve sentences that one committed to memory. Hence no code-book need ever be carried.
Mangan, who had been too much harassed by Hannah's failure to decode her signals, to attend, heard the name only, and said lovingly: "The dear boy! How nice for him and you to meet so far away from home, Father!" Barty's satisfaction at his mother's unexpected comment took the form of kicking his sister, heavily.
At first, it was difficult for his eyes to convey their impressions intelligently to his brain. What they were recording was so unfamiliar that his brain could not decode the messages they sent. There were broad, well-lit streets that stretched on and on, as far as he could see, and beyond them, flittering fairy bridges rose into the air and arched into the distance.
It must have been an accident." "I wonder!" Sir Alfred muttered. "Can't you decode it?" Granet asked eagerly. "There may be news." Sir Alfred re-entered the larger library and was absent for several minutes. When he returned, the message was written out in lead pencil: Leave London June 4th. Have flares midnight Buckingham Palace, St. Paul's steps, gardens in front of Savoy.
Skinner, at his home, all Blue Star and Ricks Lumber & Logging messages arriving after office hours and before midnight. Naturally Skinner could be depended upon to have a copy of the code at home, and if he didn't Murphy knew he would rush down to the office, no matter what the hour, and decode it there.
Just about the time the Narcissus was kicking ahead at nine knots, in distant San Francisco the cable company was getting Mr. Skinner out of bed to dictate to him over the telephone a message which had just arrived from Pernambuco. "Ah!" murmured the incomparable Skinner as he donned a dressing gown and slippers and descended to his library to decode the cablegram.
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