"But that is no kind of a message," announced the exasperated owner of Surfside. "Why, it might mean almost anything."
"It sounds hopeful to me."
"I don't see any hope in it," was the despondent answer.
"It least it gives us to understand that something is brewing."
"But why couldn't he have told us more?"
"Perhaps he did not dare to. They may have begun to suspect he was sending private messages."
"Humph! I had not thought of that."
"Or possibly he may have been in a rush. He sent the letters at a tremendous pace—so fast that I had to race him. It seemed as if he was afraid he might not be able to get the message through."
"You didn't answer anything, I suppose."
"Only my signal to let him know I was listening."