“Not as yet, Mr. Cade.” “That sounds hopeful.” Battle, with an agility surprising in so stolid a man, vaulted out of the library window and joined them on the terrace. “I’ve got Professor Wynward down here,” he announced in a whisper. “Just this minute arrived. He’s decoding the letters now. Would you like to see him at work?” His tone suggested that of the showman speaking of some pet exhibit. Receiving a reply in the affirmative, he led them up to the window and invited them to peep inside. Seated at a table, the…
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