The red brandy-nosed man rushed to a safe within a few steps where he then took out a radio transceiver and a codebook from a secret compartment.
He crouched there and transcoded the incident that happened to Charlie Raker. Then, he started to send the telegram.
Meanwhile, in the house above the Raker bookstore, a brown-skinned maid rolled up her sleeves and poured an indigo-blue liquid on her left arm.
Her skin around the spot immediately changed colors, but under the indigo-blue colors, there were wisps of black light extending out like threadworms.
These black beams of light quickly manifested a strange, palm-sized face. Its eyes were as tiny as rice grains, and its mouth was as wide as a tea plate.
"Charlie Raker has had an accident," the maid enunciated each word while looking at the face on her arm.
Every word she said seemed to have its own shape, forming an indigo-blue bodied entity like her mouth and arm.