His face had softened with
her absence. Finally, however, he turned away with a little shrug
of the shoulders, threw himself into his easy-chair and began to
smoke furiously.
The telephone bell disturbed his reflection. He rose at once and
took up the receiver.
"Yes, this is 19, Dreymarsh. Trunk call? All right, I am here."
He waited until another voice came to him faintly.
"Cranston?"
"Speaking."
"That's right. The message is Odino Berry, you understand?
O-d-i-n-o b-e-r-r-y."
"I've got it," Sir Henry replied. "Good night!" He hung up the
receiver, crossed the room to his desk, unlocked one of the drawers,
and produced a black memorandum book, secured with a brass lock.
He drew a key from his watch chain, opened the book, and ran his
fingers down the O's.
"Odino," he muttered to himself. "Here it is: 'We have trustworthy
information from Berlin.' Now Berry." He turned back. "'You are
being watched by an enemy secret service agent.'"
He relocked the cipher book and replaced it in the desk. Then he
strolled over to his easy-chair and helped himself to a whisky and
soda from the tray which Mills had just arranged upon the sideboard.
"We have trustworthy information from Berlin," he repeated to
himself, "that you are being watched by an enemy secret service
agent."
CHAPTER VIII
"Tell me, Mr.
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