He dropped off into sleep late in the afternoon, and did not wake until after dark.
Instead of its being a long day for Nestor, it seemed a very short one.
From the Brooklyn cottage he went directly to a telegraph office in the lower section of the city and asked for the manager, who had not yet arrived, the hour being early.

The clerk was inquisitive and tried to find out what the boy wanted of the manager, but Nestor kept his own counsel and the manager was finally reluctantly sent for.
When the manager arrived Nestor asked that an expert code operator be procured, and this was reluctantly done, but only after the boy had written and sent off a message to a man the manager knew to be high in the secret service department of the government.

In an hour, much to the surprise of the manager, this important gentleman walked into the office and asked for the boy.
After a short talk there, the two went to a hotel and secured a private room, and two clerks familiar with code work were sent for.

When a waiter, in answer to a call, looked into the room he was astonished at seeing the four very busy over a packet of letters.
Then, in a short time, code messages began to rain in on the manager.
They were from Washington, from the Pacific coast, and from various forts scattered about the country.

The manager confided to his wife when he went home to luncheon that it seemed to him as if another war was beginning.