"It's all right," he said in a low, thrilling tone. "I guess we've got the game in our hands. He's used the governor's code."
"You can read it?" demanded Peter quickly, leaning forward with a stiff, tense motion.
"Is it what we guessed?" inquired Mike, with a sigh of relief.
Mallinsbee alone offered no comment.
Gordon nodded in answer to each inquiry. He was reading what he had written over to himself.
Then he turned sharply to Peter.
"For goodness' sake give me a cigar. I need something to keep me from shouting."
His tone, and the expression of his eyes were full of excitement.
"It's the greatest luck ever," he went on, while Peter produced a cigar and passed it across to him. "This feller's in direct communication with the governor. You see, this code is the private one. I had it as the dad's secretary. The manager had it, and, of course, my father. No one else. So it's just about certain this thing was an important matter for Slosson to be allowed to use it. Now I'd never heard of this Slosson before, so that it's also evident he's one of my father's secret agents. A matter which further proves the affair's importance."
He lit his cigar and puffed at it leisurely as he contemplated his paper with even greater satisfaction.