“No, not that way.”
“You mean it’s eleven and one?”
Mason smiled. “Try ten and two,” he said, “and you’ll be on the right track. And if you can’t get it from that, you’re going to have to buy me the drinks.”
Mason took his hat out of the coat closet, grinned at her, and started for the elevator.
Chapter 7
Della Street was sitting at her desk frantically scribbling with a pencil when Mason returned, an oblong package under his arm.
“Get it?” he asked.
“Uh huh. That ten plus two crack did it.”
“Got it deciphered?”
She said, “I’ve got it figured both ways. Either the figures start with a and end with j, or they start with c and end with l. ”