"I want the Museum of Inscriptions.

Get me their number, please." After a moment: "Is this the Museum of Inscriptions ?" * * * * * "Is Professor Boggs there ?" * * * * * "Is this Professor Boggs ?" * * * * * "Could you find time to decipher an inscription for me at once ?" * * * * * "Of course I know you are extremely busy, but have you no assistant who could do it ?" * * * * * "What did you say her name is?
Miss Inwood ?" * * * * * "Oh! And will the young lady translate the inscription at once if I send a copy of it to her by messenger ?" * * * * * "Thank you very much, Professor.

I will send a messenger to Miss Inwood with a copy of the inscription.

Good-by." He hung up the receiver, turned thoughtfully, opened the door again, and walked into the sunlit living room.
"Look here!" cried the Captain in a high state of excitement.

"I've got a lot of numbers out of it already." "Wonderful!" murmured the Tracer, looking over the young man's broad shoulders at a sheet of paper bearing these numbers: 9--14--5--22--5--18--19--1--23--25--15--21--2--21--20--15--14--3--5-- 9--12--15--22--5--25--15--21--5--4--9--20--8--9--14--23--15--15--4.
"Marvelous!" repeated the Tracer, smiling.