 to the Atlantic in the wink of a second, a flash of time. In Washington, Hiram Sibley figured the job was over. Yes, sir. Can I help you, sir? Oh, Mr. Sibley. Hello, Luther. Busy? Oh, gracious. Always busy, sir. Will you send this wire for me? Yes, sir. Can I have it? Mrs. Elizabeth Sibley. That's your wife. Rochester, New York.