The Red Triangle: Being Some Further Chronicles of Martin Hewitt, InvestigatorMorrison, Arthur
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The Red Triangle: Being Some Further Chronicles of Martin Hewitt, Investigator
Morrison, Arthur
Detective and mystery stories, English; Private investigators -- Fiction
23, 19, 15, 1, 9, 14, 9, 2; 20, 8, 1,
20, 14, 14, 20, 8; 14, 5, 12, 4, 9, 7,
5, 14; 3, 8, 18, 23, 0, 14, 1, 8; 22,
9, 6, 1, 18, 3, 5, 1; 19, 14, 15, 21,
9, 0, 20, 12; 18, 12, 21, 1, 6, 23, 20,
12; 9, 18, 15, 5, 18, 13, 12, 20.
It struck me to ask the manager if the cheque just presented were one of
those procured from Mr. Trenaman the night before, and I found that it
was. Then I left the policemen with their prisoner and made for the
nearest cab-rank. This cypher message, no doubt conveying Mayes's
instructions to the man just captured, was probably of the utmost
importance, and Hewitt must see it at once; and as the cab ambled along
towards Barbican I busied myself in deciphering the figures according to
the plan of the knight's move in chess, as Hewitt had explained to me. I
could only see two noughts among the numbers, so plainly it was a longer
message than the one then deciphered--one of sixty-two letters, in fact.
I turned the figures into the letters corresponding in the alphabet, _a_
for 1, _b_ for 2, and so on, as Hewitt had done, and I arranged these
letters in the squares of a roughly drawn chessboard, so that they stood
thus:--
w s o a i n i b
t h a t n n t h
n e l d i g e n
c h r w 0 n a h
v i f a r c e a
s n o u i 0 t l
r l u a f w t l
i r o e r m l t
The letters thus set out, to read off the message was a simple task
enough, in view of the key Hewitt had given me. I began, as in the case
of the Lever Key message, at the right-hand top corner, and taking the
knight's move from _b_ to _e_ in the last square but one of the third
line, thence to _a_ at the end of the fifth line, and so to _t_ in the
seventh line, and from that to _r_ (fifth square in bottom line), _u_ in
seventh line and so on, in the order shown by the Lever Key message, a
copy of which I kept as a curiosity in my pocket-book. So I read the
message through, and I set it down thus:--
/#
_Be at ruin Channel Marsh to-night twelve; wait in hall for
instruc. Word final._
#/
The general meaning of this seemed clear enough. The man whom the
policeman had recognised as Broady Sims was to be at some spot--a ruined
building, it would seem--in a place called Channel Marsh, at midnight,
there to wait in the hall for instructions; no doubt for instructions
where to take the hundred pounds he was to have got from the bank. "Word
final" was not so clear, though I judged--and I think rightly--that it
meant that the word "final" was to be used as a password by which the
two messengers should know each other.
I was almost at my destination, and was cogitating the message and its
meaning, when the cab checked at some traffic in Barbican, just by the
"Compasses" public-house, and Mr. Victor Peytral hailed me and climbed
on the step of the cab.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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