“He’s a person of whom you need have no concern,” was his evasive reply.
“But he possesses a copy of the statement by Professor Holmboe?”
“He does. And he has instituted an active search in which three of the greatest scholars on the Continent are assisting, in order to ascertain the key to the cipher alleged by the Russian professor to exist in the prophecy of Ezekiel.”
“But does he possess any manuscript of the Professor’s relating to the cipher?” inquired the girl, eagerly.
“Ah! that I do not know,” was his answer, “as far as I’m aware, he does not.”
“Nothing definite has yet been ascertained, I suppose?”
“Nothing actually definite,” he said. “But you can tell your father that Erich Haupt believes that at last he has struck the right line of inquiry.”
“Haupt!” she repeated. “Who is he?”
“Your father will know him as the great professor of Leipzig. He is now staying at the Waldorf Hotel.”
“But—well, Mr Mullet,” she said with some hesitation. “Pardon me for saying so, but your friends seem a very unscrupulous and remarkable lot.”