Curiosities of Cypher
precious hoard. One day he burst into my room with radiant face.
"My dear fellow!" he gasped forth, "I have found it!"
"Found what?—the treasure?"
"No—but I want your help now," and he flung a discoloured slip of paper on my table.
I took it up, and saw that it was covered with writing in cypher.
"I routed it out of a secret drawer in Uncle Tom's bureau!" he exclaimed. "I have no doubt of its purport. It indicates the spot where all his savings are secreted."
"You have not deciphered it yet, have you?"
"No. I want your help; I can make neither heads nor tails of the scrawl, though I sat up all night studying it."
"Come along," said I, "I wish you joy of your treasure. I'll read the cypher if you give me time." So we sat down together at my desk, with the slip of paper before us. Here is the inscription:—
"Now," said I, "the order of precedence among
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