Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1898-08-20


Spanish government messages are in
cipher, which am not supposed to
know anything about
Don let the cipher trouble you, ;"
he replied laughing. II have the key to
their cipher all right
AS to who / am he continued,
my names Macomber. / am the cor
respondent Of the -" He named an
American journal News as to the
whereabouts Of the Spanish torpedo
boats and those cruisers would be valu-
able just now, not only to my paper,
but to the American navy at Key West.
Now, you are an American, and good
patriot, dare say. VIII you help US
out?s
I'm good patriot, said And
/ am also an honest man, employed here
to do certain duty, which will not
betray.
"You will not help me, then? Very
well, / shall examine your tapes by
force
1T is not my business to fight for
Spain, said l. II have no force to re-
sist you. but will not help you.
Thanks. That's all / ask just you
sit quiet y
''Do you think you can read our
tapes?" | asked incredulously.
Sure. ! was cable operator three
years
"But where did you get your cipher
key?"
That's a matter that was arranged
in Havana three months ago. Your
tape bobbins for the current week are in
the table drawer, | presumed
Look for yourself, said "But
my fellow operator here is a Spaniard.
| do not speak for him. Senior Merode, "
| said in Spanish, "these gentlemen
wish to see the record tapes.
Merode had stood listening, making
out what we said with difficulty
"Nuncal" (neyer) he exclaimed excited
ly and made jump for the big table
drawer, with some notion, | think, of
destroying the tapes. He was plucky
fellow. But the Cuban seized him by
the collar before he could open the
drawer, flung him violently backward
on the floor and drew his machete
Don't hurt him, Luiz," shouted
Macomber, and then, after steady
glance at me, he stepped TO the drawer
himself and took out the rolls of tape.
This will be a somewhat long and
tedious business, he remarked, begin
ming to unroll one of them. You might
help me if You would, but at least
oblige me by turning up the lamp lit
tie and placing it ON the table here,
Thanks, he went ON when | had
complied, and he began rapidly unrolling
the tape through his fingers. He read
we'll and fast, and his running comment
amused me.
'Oh, this is dandy siphon of yours
isn't it?" what ails your mouse mill?"
Say, friend, your record here looks
like the teeth of an old, dull buck saw "
Your ink S coagulated.
| sat back and quietly looked ON.
Merode still lay on the floor. The Gu
ban stood watching us both If Merode
stirred, he shook his machete at him.
Thus fully an hour passed. 1t seemed
much more than an hour indeed before
our American visitor found what he
sought.
"Ahr' he exclaimed at last. 'Here
we are. So the Yizcaya and Oquendo
left Porto Rico for st. Vincent last
Sunday Good Blanco is informed that
the torpedo flotilla is going to St. Vim
cent, too, instead of coming to Havana
That's all l wanted TO know" he
continued, turning to me. Sorry to
leave your tapes in such a mess but /
really cannot stop to roll them up
again. for must be well out to sea be-
fore daylight. Oblige us now, both of
you, by remaining quiet here after we
bid you good night
But Just then there was new noise
outside. The door opening to the street
was flung back and there stood Span
ish lieutenant from the fort, with half
a dozen soldiers at his back, for the
Spanish sentry-a boy of 1S-whom
they had gagged and tied up outside of
the house, had proved more nimble
than they had thought him. He had
worked himself loose and had run to
the fort for aid.
The Cuban turned instantly, killed
the lieutenant with a swing of his ma
chete and was at once shot down by
soldier who fired over the shoulder of
his falling officer.
Macomber showed better Judgment if
less courage. de dashed the lamp out
and grasped ne by the arm. Help me
out, " he said.
1t would be difficult for any one to
resist the appeal of fellow countryman
at such time. While the soldiers rushed
in, tramping and falling over the slain
men and Merode, pulled the American
after me through a door, back of the
tables, which opened into our battery
room. In this back room was window
looking out on the harbor side, from
which Macomber swung in an instant
and decamped without word ! had
time to get forward into the cable room
before Merode, who had regalned his
feet, struck a match and relighted the
lamp OF the grewsome spectacle which