"Joy," Jack next called out.
"May," Don almost instantly replied.
"Hat," Jack went on.
"Hat! Hat!" murmured Don, skimming through the pages, "Where the deuce is my hat? Ah, here she be. Hat: employ."
"Braizewell may employ," Fred read from the balance of the completed code message.
"Euchre, what's euchre?" insisted Big Jack.
"Euchre seems to be 'desperate,'" Don responded.
"And now the last," from Jack. "Brains."
"Cinch," Andy interrupted again. "What you haven't got."
"Methods," Don gave the translation, ignoring the interruption.