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Updated: May 27, 2025
That, briefly, is your Hon. Mr. Sidney Bertram Goldsborough, when you undress him. He was officially suspected of being something other than what he claimed to be, even before Westerfeltner divulged his name.
A government clerk named Westerfeltner, a man who held a place of trust and confidence, was the man who stole it. For it he was offered a sum of money which would make him independent for life, and under the temptation he weakened and he stole it. But first he stole the key to the cipher, which would make it possible for anyone having both the key and the message to decode the message.
Westerfeltner tells me that, having his own safety in mind as well as a natural anxiety for the safe delivery of the paper to its real purchaser, he said to her: 'I hope you understand that you should keep this thing in your possession for every minute of the time until you hand it over to our mutual friend.
At once suspicion fell upon three men, one after the other. It didn't take very long to convince me that two of these men were innocent. So these two having been eliminated by deductive processes, I personally went after the third man, who was this Westerfeltner. The moment I walked in on him I was convinced from his behaviour that I had made no mistake. So I took a chance.
Evidently he hoped to get possession of the paper the officer carried on the way over. Failing there, he tried other means. He followed the officer down to Washington, seduced Westerfeltner by the promise of a fat bribe, and then, just when his scheme was about to succeed, became frightened and returned to New York, trusting to a woman confederate to deliver the paper to him here.
We figure from what she told Westerfeltner that the paper will be concealed on the person of the woman we are after in her hair perhaps, or in her bosom; possibly in that favourite cache of a woman her stocking. At any rate she will have it hidden about her; that much we may count on for a certainty.
But before leaving he gave to Westerfeltner explicit instructions for the delivery of the dispatch when he had succeeded in getting his hands on it to a third party, a special go-between, with whom Westerfeltner was to communicate by telephone. "Late the next day Westerfeltner did succeed in getting his hands on the document.
She wouldn't have it in a pocket, would she? Women don't have pockets in their party frocks, do they?" Disregarding his questions she asked one herself: "You say it is a small strip of paper, and that probably it is rolled up into a wad about the size of a hazelnut?" "It was rolled up so when Westerfeltner parted from it that's all I can tell you. Why do you ask that?"
The telephone number which figures in the case is the number of a pay station in an all-night drug store in Washington. Westerfeltner freely gave me the number.
It is fair to assume that this other man, being a code expert, already has memorised the key so that he can read the dispatch almost offhand. At least that is the assumption upon which I am going." "All this happened in Washington, I suppose?" "Yes, in Washington. The original understanding was that as soon as possible after stealing the dispatch Westerfeltner would turn it over to the other man.
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