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
"It was nothing but a sort of thin manuscript book, made of a few sheets
of foolscap size, sewn in a cover of thickish grey paper. I left it in
the safe doubled lengthwise, and tied with tape in the middle."
"Its loss is a very serious thing, of course?"
"Oh, terribly, terribly serious, Mr. Hewitt," Telfer replied,
despairingly. "I am responsible, and it will put an end to my career,
of course. But the consequences to the country are more important, and
they may be disastrous--enormously so. A great sum would be paid for
that code on the Continent, I need hardly say."
"But now that you know it is taken, surely the code can be changed?"
"It's not so easy as it seems, Mr. Hewitt," Telfer answered, shaking his
head. "It means time, and I needn't tell you that with affairs in their
present state we can't afford one moment of time. Some expedients are
being attempted, of course, but you will understand that any new code
would have to be arranged with scattered items of the fleet in all parts
of the world, and that probably with the present code in the hands of
the enemy. Moreover, all our messages already sent will be accessible
with very little trouble, and they contain all our strategical coaling
and storing dispositions for a great war, Mr. Hewitt; and they can't,
they _can't_ be altered at a moment's notice! Oh, it is terrible!... But
here is Inspector Plummer. No news, I suppose, Mr. Plummer?"
"Well, no," Plummer answered deliberately. "I can't say I've any news
for _you_, Mr. Telfer, just yet. But I want to talk about a few things
to Mr. Hewitt. Hadn't we better go and see if your telegram is
answered, Mr. Hewitt? Unless you've heard."
"No, I haven't," Hewitt replied. "We'll go on at once. Good-day for the
present, Mr. Telfer. I hope to bring good news when next I see you."
"I hope so, too, Mr. Hewitt, most fervently," Telfer answered; and his
looks confirmed his words.
We walked in silence through the corridor, down the stairs, and out by
the gates into the street. Then Plummer turned on his heel and faced
Hewitt.
"That man's a wrong 'un," he said, abruptly, jerking his thumb in the
direction of the office we had just left. "I'll tell you about it in the
cab."
As soon as our cab was started on its way back to Hewitt's office
Plummer explained himself.
"He's been watched," he said, "has Mr. Telfer, when he didn't know it;
and he'll be watched again for the rest of to-day, as I've arranged.
What's more, he won't be allowed to leave the office this evening till
I have seen him again, or sent a message. No need to frighten him too
soon--it mightn't suit us. But he's in it, alone or in company!"
"How do you know?"
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