CHAPTER VII

A TELEGRAM FROM CALGARY DIANA WARD was looking at her chief with a new interest in her fine eyes. “Braille,” he said in a low voice. “That is the written language of the blind, isn’t it?” She nodded. “Yes, there are books and newspapers printed in that type,” she said. “It is a sort of embossed character made of a number of small dots, the relation of one with the other producing the letter.” She took up the paper again. “When blind people write, they use a small instrument and a guide, but this has been written in…