The Washington herald., 1920-05-19
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a group in the city room. with the
m. 9. in the center. No one had
heard of a code. All began to ex-
plain to the head investigator
that newspapers never use a code,
anyhow-that is, a cipher code.
OF course the Associated Press
stun Is a sort of code-an abbre-
Walton. rather-but-
Me m e. knew all that. and
said so. He asked each man how
long he had worked on the paper.
Not one Of them had drawn pay
from an Enterprise envelope for
longer than six years. Galloway
had been on the paper twelve
years.
Try old HeIelbauer," said the
m. e. He was here when Park
Row was a potato patch"
Hefelbauer was an institution.
He was half janitor, half handy
man about the office, and half
watchman-thus becoming the
peer of thirteen and one-half
tailors- Sent for. he came radiat-
ing his nationality.
"Heffelbauer," said the m e.,
did you ever hear OF a code be-
longing to the office a long time
ago-a private code? You know
what a code is, don't your
Yes" said HeneIbauer. Sure
know vat a code is. Yah. apout
dwelf or fifteen year ago der office
had a code. Der reborters in der
eity-room hat it here"
'.Ah" said the m. e. Were get
ting on the trail now. Where was
1t kept Heffelbauer? What do
you know about it?"
Sometimes" said the retainer,
"dey keep IL in der little room be-
hind der library room"
Can you find it?" asked the m.
e. eagerly. do you know where
It is?"
'Mein Gott-' said HefreIbauer.
How long you dInk a code live?
Der reborters call him a maskeet
But Won day he butt init his head
der editor, und-
-Oh, he's talking about a goat"
said Boyd. Get out, Heffelbauer."
Again discounted. the concert
ed wit and resource of the En-
terprise huddled around Gallo
ways puzzle. considering its mys-
terious words in vain.
Then Vessey came in.
Vessey was the youngest re-
porter. He had a thirty-two-inch
chest and wore a number four
teen collar; but his bright Scotch
plaid suit gave him presence and
conferred no obscurity upon his
Whereabouts He wore his hat in
such a position that people fol-
lowed him about to see him take
it of. convinced that it must be
hung upon a peg driven into the
back of his head. He was never
without an immense, knotted.
hardwood cane with a German
silver tip on its crooked handle.
Vesey was the best photograph
hustler in the office Scott said
it was because no living human
being could resist the personal
triumph it was to hand his picture
over to Vesey. Vesey always
wrote his own news stories, ex-
cept the big ones, which were
sent to the rewrite men Add to
this fact that among all the in
habitants. temples and groves of
the earth nothing existed that
could abash Vesey, and his dim
sketch is concluded.
Vesey butted into the circle of
cipher readers very much as
Heffelbauer's code" would have
done. and asked what was up.
Some one explained. with the
touch of half-familiar condescen-
sion that they always used to-
ward him. Vesey reached out and
took the cablegram from the m.
e.'s hand. Under the protection
of some special Providence, he
was always doing appalling
things like that, and coming off
unscathed-
ITS a code" said vesey. Any
body got the key?"
The office has no CODE" said
Byrd. reaching for the message.
Vesey held to it.
Then old Galloway expects US
to read it. anyhow" said he.
He's up a tree. or something.
and he's made this up so as to
get it by the censor. It's up to
us. Gee! 1 wish they had sent
me, too. Say-we can't afford to
fall down on our end of it Fore
gone. preconcerted rash, witch
ing'-h'm."
NeSCy sat DOWN on a IdDle COT-
-ner and began to whistle softly,
frowning at the cablegram.
Let's have it, please" said the
m e. We've got to get to work
on it
Il believe I've got a line on it,"
said Vesey. Give me ten min
utes."
He walked to his desk, threw
his hat into a waste basket.
spread out fat on his chest like a
gorgeous lizard and started his
pencil going. The wit and wis
dom. of the Enterprise remained
in a loose group and smiled at
one another, nodding their heads
toward Vesey. Then they began
to exchange their theories about
the cipher.
1t took Vesey exactly fifteen
minutes He brought to the m. e.
a pad with the code key written
on it
Il felt the swing of It. as soon
as I saw it." said Vesey. "Hurrah
for old Galloway! He's done the
Japs and every paper in town
that prints literature instead of
news Take a look at that"
Thus had Vesey set forth. the
reading of the code:
Foregone-conclusi
ProcOncerted-arra cement