As Delacroix waited quietly, he suddenly felt the barrel of a pistol against his back, and a voice close behind that whispered "pork chops." Delacroix replied "and mustard greens! Damn you Bobby! You scared hell..." Leej barely suppressed a laugh, saying "be quiet, boy! I couldn't tell it was you. Dark as pitch in these woods."
Delacroix then smiled and said "tell me about the code."
Leej puffed his cigar, breathing smoke out with the words.."what code?"
Delacroix reached into his pocket, producing the paper with the strange figure on it. Leej paused, then quickly took the paper, striking a match over it. Delacroix heard Leej's sharp intake of breath, then was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and spun in a circle. "This is it, Charlie!" Leej said with suppressed glee, "you found it, you son of a possum!"
Delacroix grabbed Leej by the lapels of his coat whispering "found it? Found what!"
Leej chuckled as he tossed away the match, sticking his scorched thumb in his mouth. Then he pulled out another very similar paper. Holding them one atop the other in one hand, he lit another match behind them with the other hand and Delacroix watched as the black lines coiled together and the red lines meshed. "Do you see, Charlie? It's a map!!"
Then Leej quickly blew out the match as the two heard the sharp snap of a branch somewhere near by.