“How did you discover that?”
“In the simplest and easiest way possible. I listed all the names you reported and studied them carefully, trying to find their common denominator. They were not in the same neighborhood, so it was not locality. They were not all German, so it was not racial. I looked them up in the telephone directory, checking up the numbers of the telephones of the Jones, the Simpsons, but that gave no clue. Then, as I looked through the telephone lists, I discovered that there was a bookstore kept by a man of each name. Then I understood. It is a simple plan for throwing off shadowers.”
“You mean that Mr. Hoff goes to a different bookstore each day to leave a code message?”
“That’s it. The spy who gets the messages each morning calls him up by ’phone, mentioning just the one word. From that Mr. Hoff knows just where to go, concealing the message in a book before agreed upon.”
“The fifth book,” interrupted Dean.
“Not always,” explained Fleck. “It depends on whether there are five letters in the name telephoned. I have located and copied several more of the messages.”
“But who gets the messages he leaves? Who takes them away from the bookshops?” asked Jane, mindful of her own failure in that respect.
“It’s a girl, or rather two girls together, though possibly only one of them is in the plot. Very likely the other may not know what her companion is doing.”
“To whom does this girl take them?”
“That is still a mystery,” said the chief. “We have ascertained who the girl is, where she lives. Her actions have been watched and recorded for every hour in the twenty-four for the last three days, and yet we don’t know what she does with these messages. Carter has a theory—tell us about it, Carter.”