"That was meant for me all right--humph!" The second one was before him now, longer and far more interesting to the man who bent over the telegraph file, while Ba'tiste kept watch at the door.

Hastily he pulled a crumpled message from his pocket and compared them,--and grunted again.
"The same thing.

Identically the same thing, except for the addresses! Ba'tiste," he called softly, "what kind of an operator is this fellow ?" "No good.

A boy.

Just out of school.