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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: where the roof sloped down to little more than shoulder high.
"Seven-Three-Nine!" Danglar had almost decoded the message word for
word in the course of his conversation. In the little notebook, set
against the figures, were the words: "Danger. The game is off.
Make no further move." It was only one of many, that arbitrary
arrangement of figures, each combination having its own special
significance; but, besides these, there was the key to a complete
cipher into which any message might be coded, and - But why was her
brain swerving off at inconsequential tangents? What did a coder or
code book, matter at the present moment?
She was standing under the narrow trap-door in the low ceiling now,
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