Whirligigs by O. Henry
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page 60 of 303 (19%)
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it."
"I believe I've got a line on it," said Vesey. "Give me ten minutes." He walked to his desk, threw his hat into a waste-basket, spread out flat on his chest like a gorgeous lizard, and started his pencil going. The wit and wisdom 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. It took Vesey exactly fifteen minutes. He brought to the m. e. a pad with the code-key written on it. "I felt the swing of it as soon as I saw it," said Vesey. "Hurrah for old Calloway! 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 - conclusion Preconcerted - arrangement Rash - act Witching - hour of midnight Goes - without saying Muffled - report Rumour - hath it Mine - host Dark - horse Silent - majority |
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