My Dad Asked, “Is Your Allowance Sufficient?” I Replied, “What Allowance?”

Seeking help

I took the coded letters to a cryptographer who specialized in historical documents. The small, cluttered office of the cryptographer was filled with antique books and strange gadgets.

‘Can you help me with these?’ I asked, handing him the envelope. He examined the letters closely, his eyes lighting up with curiosity.

‘This is quite fascinating,’ he said. ‘I’ll need some time to analyze them properly, but I believe I can help.’ His words gave me hope.