The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1922-08-17

Come with us?" Bill said casually.
as he struck a match. He pulled Wig
orously at the fame as he waited for
the answer, hoping 10 hide his anxiety.
for If Cayley assented. he was done.
I've got TO go into Stanton"
Bill blew out a great cloud OF smoke
with an expiration which covered also
a heartfelt sigh OF relief.
"Oh, a pity. You're driving, I sup
poser"
Yes. The car will be here direct.
y. There's a letter I must white
first. He sat down at a writing table,
and took out a sheet of notepaper.
He was facing the secret door; II it
opened he would see it. AT any mo-
ment now it might open.
Bill dropped into chair and
thought. Antony muat be warned.
Obviously. But how? How did one
signal to anybody? BY code. Morse
code. Did Antony know it? Did Bill
know it himself. If it came to that?
He had picked up a bit in the Army
not enough to send a message, OF
course. But a message was inpos-
sible. anyhow; Cayley would hear him
tapping it out It wouldn't do to send
more than a single letter. What would
convey anything to Antony
G for Cayley. Would Antony under
stand? Probably not. but it was just
worth trying. What was c? Long.
short, long, short. Umpty-iddy-um
iddy. Was that right? C-yes. that
was c. He was sure of that. c.
Umpty-iddy-ump
Hands in pockets. he got up and
wandered across the room. humming
vaguely TO himself, the picture Of a
man waiting for another man las it
might be his friend Dillingham; to
come in and take him away for a
walk or something. He wandered
across to the books at the back Of
CAyley. and began to tap absent
mindedly on the shelves, as he looked
at the titles. Umpty-iddy- umpty- iddy.
Not that it was much like that at
first; he couldn't get the rhythm Of
Imply y-iddy-impt -y-iddy. That was
better. He was back at Samuel Tay-
Tor Coleridge now. Antony would be-
gin to hear him soon. Umpt-y-iddy-
uNuFL-t -lAN4ss just the dAllAACoo NoApR444s
of a man who is wondering what book
he will take out with him to read on
the lawn. Would Antony hear2 One
always heard the man in the next fiat
knocking out his pipe Would An
tony understand? Umpt-y-iddy-umpt
y-iddy. c.. for Cayley, Antony. Cay
ley's here. For Gods sake, wait.
Good Lord Sermons said Bill.
with a loud laugh. Umpt-y-iddy-
umpt-y-iddyl Ever read EN-, Cay
ley?"
-What?" Cayley looked up sudden
~. Bills back moved slowly along.
his fingers beating a tattoo on the
shelves as he walked.
Emo" said Cay1ey, with little
laugh. An awkward, uncomfortable
little laugh, it seemed TO Bill
Nor do L" He was past the ser
mons now-past the secret door-but
still tapping in the same ainiless way.
"Oh. for Gods sake sit down"
burst out Cayley. "Or go outside #
you want 20 walk about"
Bill turned round in establishment.
Halo, what's the matter7'
Cayley was slightly ashamed Of his
outburst.
Sorry, Bill" he apologized. MY
nerves are on edge. Your constant
tapping and fdgeting about
"Tapping?" said Bill with an air of
complete surprise.
Tapping on the shelves. and hum
ming. Sorry. II got on my nerves."
MY dear old chap, I'm Rwfully
Sorry. I'll go out in the hall"
It's all right" said Cayley. and
went on with his letter.
BIZ sat down in his chair again.
Had Antony UNDERSTOOD Well. any
how. there was nothing to do now but
watt for Caylsy to go. And II you
ask me-" said Bill to himself, much
Rleaseds II ought 10 be on the stage.