Rick took the phone. "Bill? This is Rick. What's up?"
"Got a cable addressed to you," Bill answered. "I'd rather not try to read it over the phone because it's all numbers. Can you or Scotty pick it up?"
"Where's it from?" Rick asked.
"Singapore. And it's signed by your Indian friend."
Singapore! What on earth was Chahda doing in Singapore? Rick couldn't guess. "Bill, what kind of numbers are they?"
"Groups. Seven figures in each group. If you ask me, it's some kind of code."
Rick thought quickly. "Barby's in Whiteside, Bill. She went over to a movie right after lunch, and she should just about be getting out. You can get her next door at the Sugar Shop, because she always stops in there for a fudge sundae after the show. If she's already gone, phone the boat landing. You ought to catch her one place or the other."
"I'll try," Bill promised. "If I don't catch her, I'll call you back."
"Thanks a million." Rick restored the phone to its cradle and looked at Scotty. "What do you make of that?"
Scotty shrugged. "It beats me. I didn't know Chahda was planning to leave Bombay. If it comes to that, I didn't know he knew anything about codes."