"Come, Captain, don't look that way! Courage, sir! We are about to execute a turning movement; but you look like a Russian general on his way to the south front." Harren managed to laugh; they went out, side by side, descended the elevator, and found a cab at the _porte-cochere_.

Mr.Keen gave the directions and followed the Captain into the cab.
"Now," he said, as they wheeled south, "we are first going to visit the Museum of Inscriptions and have this cipher translation verified.

Here is the cipher as I copied it.

Hold it tightly, Captain; we've only a few blocks to drive." Indeed they were already nearly there.

The hansom drew up in front of a plain granite building wedged in between some rather elaborate private dwelling-houses.