stumble on it. Yes, we are tracking a âverra careful monâ as his cautious compatriots would say. Indeed, had I not combined, with a taste for what you call ill-taste furniture (and a knowledge of its craftsmanship), a good memory for my Thucydides and some of the out-of-the-way information which classical studies giveâwell, weâd never be where we are now.â
This self-congratulation, all the more because it was true and couldnât really be answered, vexed me further; and when with that badly timed raillery Mr. Mycroft added, âNow all you have to do is to read what I have put in your hand,â I became angrily nervous. I must try, though nervous anger is, of course, the worst of moods in which to try and summon your hunch to start you on a line.
âWell,â I said, âthe first part runs, âAt twenty minutes to three oâclock in the afternoon,â or we can say, if we like, âAt two-forty P.M. ââ Then I paused.
âYes?â said Mr. Mycroft. âYes, we are agreed about that. And now for the rest.â
It was maddeningly like an old schoolmaster taunting a boy who hasnât had time to prepare his translation.
I read on, âCloc Friarâs Heel. AP. 20111318â3.â That was all. âShort inscriptions are the mischief,â I said.
âYet even the Etruscan and Hattitic yielded results,â he answeredâshowing off his learning in order to be able to provoke me more.
âWell, Iâve done work on the Roger Bacon clues,â I retorted.
âI doubt if they repay study,â was his gratuitous answer. I felt he was trying to show that I was no use. I made a last effort.
âCloc,â I said. âWell, obviously that has to do with the time-reference which Iâve already decoded. He left out the k to save space. âFriarâs Heel,â yes, thatâs a reference to the old mission trails. You know the Franciscans opened up much of this desert Southwest.â
I looked up. I was doing far better than I had hoped. My hunch was working. The old fellow who thought he knew everything, would have to admit I could be of use, and on my own, without any wise-woman to help or start my native skill. I looked up, but there was no encouragement on his cold old face. Didnât he know how much a gift such as mine depended on the spark not being quenched! He was jealous, that was it. But just to know that didnât help.
I stumbled on: âAP. 20111318 less 3, these of course are bearings. I suggest, just as a line for further research, AP stands for Latin Apud , ânear,â or âapproximately,â or even, broadly speaking, âat.â Then some measurements which a little figuring could work out: the total sum or direction to be corrected by three.â
I stopped. I knew I was getting out of my depth. But, hang it all, I had a line and the silly old fool, the jealous old dominie, was just determined I shouldnât score and take from him any of the praise. Popeâs bitter but just line flashed into my head: âBear like the Turk no brother near the throne.â Here, as always, was old crusted authority crushing out young promise.
I struggled with my temper and managed to say, âIf, Mr. Mycroft, you will give attention to the suggestions I have been able to make, I feel sure I have been able to provide you with some further information which is pertinent to our search.â
âCodes of this sort,â was his indifferent reply, âdonât have spare words in them; if they do, terminal letters are not omitted to save space. âFriarâs Heelâ is not uningenious, I own, just here, but not in its wider context. As for the letter-number references, I own Iâm still quite at a loss as to the important endingâminus 3 is especially obscure. But taking into consideration what I have found out already about our man (and codes and men fit like
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