Whirligigs eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 291 pages of information about Whirligigs.

Whirligigs eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 291 pages of information about Whirligigs.

Calloway’s feat was accomplished before the battle.  What he did was to furnish the Enterprise with the biggest beat of the war.  That paper published exclusively and in detail the news of the attack on the lines of the Russian General on the same day that it was made.  No other paper printed a word about it for two days afterward, except a London paper, whose account was absolutely incorrect and untrue.

Calloway did this in face of the fact that General Kuroki was making his moves and laying his plans with the profoundest secrecy as far as the world outside his camps was concerned.  The correspondents were forbidden to send out any news whatever of his plans; and every message that was allowed on the wires was censored with rigid severity.

The correspondent for the London paper handed in a cablegram describing Kuroki’s plans; but as it was wrong from beginning to end the censor grinned and let it go through.

So, there they were—­Kuroki on one side of the Yalu with forty-two thousand infantry, five thousand cavalry, and one hundred and twenty-four guns.  On the other side, Zassulitch waited for him with only twenty-three thousand men, and with a long stretch of river to guard.  And Calloway had got hold of some important inside information that he knew would bring the Enterprise staff around a cablegram as thick as flies around a Park Row lemonade stand.  If he could only get that message past the censor—­the new censor who had arrived and taken his post that day!

Calloway did the obviously proper thing.  He lit his pipe and sat down on a gun carriage to think it over.  And there we must leave him; for the rest of the story belongs to Vesey, a sixteen-dollar-a-week reporter on the Enterprise.

Calloway’s cablegram was handed to the managing editor at four o’clock in the afternoon.  He read it three times; and then drew a pocket mirror from a pigeon-hole in his desk, and looked at his reflection carefully.  Then he went over to the desk of Boyd, his assistant (he usually called Boyd when he wanted him), and laid the cablegram before him.

“It’s from Calloway,” he said.  “See what you make of it.”

The message was dated at Wi-ju, and these were the words of it: 

   Foregone preconcerted rash witching goes muffled rumour mine dark
   silent unfortunate richmond existing great hotly brute select
   mooted parlous beggars ye angel incontrovertible.

Boyd read it twice.

“It’s either a cipher or a sunstroke,” said he.

“Ever hear of anything like a code in the office—­a secret code?” asked the m. e., who had held his desk for only two years.  Managing editors come and go.

“None except the vernacular that the lady specials write in,” said Boyd.  “Couldn’t be an acrostic, could it?”

“I thought of that,” said the m. e., “but the beginning letters contain only four vowels.  It must be a code of some sort.”

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