He disconnected and handed the papers to Hanlon who had, in the meantime, returned the toogan to its cage, and now sat down. He saw the young man's face fall at first glance at those dozens of rolled sheets.
"What's wrong?"
"It's in code," came the explanation reply as Hanlon swiftly examined each page. "In code—or in Bohr's native language, whatever that may be."
"Ouch! If it's that, we're sunk. Better get Trowbridge on it anyway, hadn't we?"
"Yes," slowly, "that's all we can do now." After some moments, "Guess I'll keep out of sight for a while. I'll go back to the hotel. You can get in touch with me there. I'm still sort of shaky from that beating I got, and need a lot of rest."
"Want the doctor to look you over again?"
"No, I don't think I need that now. He said to have the dressings renewed in two days, so I'll see him tomorrow."
"Right, Newton. If anything comes up, I'll get in touch."
"Oh, be sure and let me know about that freighter. You've had no word yet, I suppose."
"Only that it's still there, being loaded. The scouts are watching it closely, ready to blast at first sign of departure."