That is what I really have in mind." The telegraphist cooled down.
"You may be quite sure that neither they nor any other person in Steynholme will ever see the duplicate," he said confidentially.

"I make up a package containing duplicates each evening, and it is sent to headquarters.

If it will please you, I'll lock the copy now in my desk." "That is exceedingly good of you," said Siddle gratefully.

"You, as a Londoner, will understand that such a telegram from--er--Horton is not the sort of thing one would like to become known even in the most limited circle." "You can depend on me, sir." Siddle hastened back to his shop.

The telegraphist looked after him.
"Queer!" he mused.