Therefore I concluded that Rischenheim would go with the letter, or, if Rupert would not let that out of his possession, with the news of the letter.
"Or a copy," suggested Rassendyll.

"Well, Rischenheim or Rupert will be on his way by to-morrow morning, or is on his way to-night." Again I tried to rise, for I was on fire to prevent the fatal consequences of my stupidity.

Rudolf thrust me back in my chair, saying, "No, no." Then he sat down at the table and took up the telegraph forms.
"You and Sapt arranged a cipher, I suppose ?" he asked.
"Yes.

You write the message, and I'll put it into the cipher." "This is what I've written: 'Document lost.

Let nobody see him if possible.