[Quoted text reduced to the permitted maximum. DonnyB - moderator]How are the Scowrers getting on in your parts? We read plenty of them in the papers.
Of course, what I give you is what I learned in business; so it goes no further. It’s a queer cipher that you handle by the yard every day and can get no meaning from.
Context: The Scowrers is a criminal organization, and one of their member just received news from a friend he had in the telegraph office that some detective are after them all.
I don't get the last sentence. It just seemed to pop out of nowhere. The man addressed in the letter (the "you") is a dry-good shopkeeper. He's never handled any cipher, much less doing it everyday. Even more baffling is there isn't even one single cipher within this entire section of the story. What is the writer talking about?
Source: The Valley of Fear, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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