“Fed up?”
“Not exactly that. My own work accumulated so.”
“Briefs coming along, eh?”
“I’m a sort of hack journalist as well, as you reminded me just now,” Julian explained a little evasively.
“I wonder you stuck at the censoring so long. Isn’t it terribly tedious?”
“Sometimes. Now and then we come across interesting things, though. For instance, I discovered a most original cipher the other day.”
“Did it lead to anything?” Furley asked curiously.
“Not at present. I discovered it, studying a telegram from Norway. It was addressed to a perfectly respectable firm of English timber merchants who have an office in the city. This was the original: ‘Fir planks too narrow by half.’ Sounds harmless enough, doesn’t it?”
“Absolutely. What’s the hidden meaning?”
“There I am still at a loss,” Julian confessed, “but treated with the cipher it comes out as ‘Thirty-eight steeple on barn.’”