"Well, did you get an answer?"
"Yes." Weeks fumbled excitedly through the papers on his desk.
"How much did he send?
"Here's the message; read it yourself."
Kirk read as follows:
WEEKS, Consul, Colon.
Your guest an impostor. Have no son.
ANTHONY.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he ejaculated. "This is a joke!"
Weeks was beginning to pant. "A joke, hey? I suppose it was a joke to impose on me?"
"Don't you believe I'm Kirk Anthony?"