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.