All the military offices in the country seemed talking in code, he said.
"What has this boy you speak of got to do with military operations ?" asked the wife, wondering at a lad of Nestor's age being mixed up in a state affair.
"That is what I don't know," was the reply.

"He came to the office this morning and sent for me, as you know.

When I met him he asked for a code expert and wired to the biggest man in this military division.
Then the code work began." It was late in the evening when Nestor returned to the cottage and announced himself ready for the southern trip.

Fremont, who had been impatiently awaiting his arrival, was eager to know the status of the Cameron case.
"Mr.Cameron is alive, but unconscious," was the unsatisfactory reply.
"The police ordered him taken to a hospital and his people summoned.

It is said that Mrs.Cameron is very bitter against you." "That's because I ran away," Fremont said, gravely.