“Sure! What?”
“I—I’ll be right back.” Sally was off for the radio.
“We’ll have such an aerial as you never dreamed of, over at the station,” he confided, once they were on their way. “We’ll bring those enemy subs up so close we can practically talk to them.”
“Danny,” she whispered, “do you really think they were enemy subs we were hearing?”
“Well,” he hesitated, “I’d hate to say I am sure of it, but I’ve studied that secret code so carefully that I am positive that it goes the way we thought it did.”
“But the language? Is it English or German?”
“Yes,” he replied thoughtfully, “that’s the real question. I got out my old German dictionary and gave it a really good workout. All I can say is that it’s a lot easier to make sense out of those code messages in German than it is in English.”
“Oh, Danny! You are wonderful!” She pressed his arm. “Just think what a glorious victory it will be if we succeed in listening to the message of those wolf-packs!”
“When no one else has done it? Boy, oh, boy!”
“What a triumph for old C. K.!”