The millionaire pointed to the open messages lying on the table.
“How many telegrams came for me last night?” he asked.
“Eight,” was the reply.
“And there are eight here,” the millionaire went on.
“And that means——”
“And that means,” the millionaire said, interrupting the manager, “that the telegrams delivered on the field last night were either duplicates of these cipher despatches or fake messages!”
“That’s just what I was going to remark,” said Mellen.
“Has the Ann returned?” asked Glenn of Ben.
“Not yet,” was the reply.
“Suppose we take one of the other machines and go up and look for her?”