Angel breathed an admiring sigh.
“Jimmy, you’re a wonder,” he said simply.
Jimmy, busying himself amongst the papers, stole a glance at the girl.
“I am very human,” he thought, and was annoyed at the discovery.
“Now we come to the more important clue,” he said, and smoothed a crumpled paper on the table.
“This, I believe, to have a direct bearing on the verse.”
Then three heads came close together over the scrawled sheet.
“A picture of a duck, which means T,” spelt Angel, “and that’s erased; and then it is a snake that means T——”
Jimmy nodded.
“In Reale’s verse,” he said deliberately, “there are six words; outside of those six words I am convinced the verse has no meaning. Six words strung together, and each word in capitals. Listen.”