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The flashes stopped. Les Quinan was fairly jumping up and down in his excitement.

"Transcribe that, write the letters out large, then read them over to me," he barked.

Quinan had been a radio operator on a subchaser during the World War. He had found it easy to read
the letters, being sent in international code. And during recent years he had become interested in cipher
codes.

The one in which the message had been broadcast was a mediumly difficult one, but the first two words
had caught his attention and had given him a clue. Those words were not in cipher and they were:

"Death Today!"



ON the fifth floor of the building across the street, a tall, slender, well-dressed man turned away from a
window. His features were almost handsome, his smile attractive, but his black eyes were hard.

"I believe you were right about that lawyer," he said calmly.

His companion grunted, raised his eyebrows slightly.

The tall man nodded. "I’ll take care of it." Still smiling, he left the room.

Les Quinan was unaware that his interest had attracted attention. He probably would have ignored it if he
had known.

His secretary had repeated the sequence of letters he had seen several times. His mind was accustomed
to grasping details.

Pencil in hand, making huge letters and trying hard to see more clearly, he was working with deep
concentration. Slowly, word by word, he was piecing the message together.

His jaw dropped. Perspiration appeared on his forehead. Something was wrong, radically wrong. Yet no
one would believe him if he tried to tell what he knew.

The message he had decoded was too horrible.

For a moment he wondered who that message could have been intended for. No one could see that light,
flashed up into the air. Yet had it been directed at anyone close at hand, a personal call or a telephone
would have served the purpose just as well, probably better.