“Why, yes,” Tindle said. “We have a salesman by that name.”
“Where’d he live? Do you know?”
“No, I don’t. It’s on the records up at our office. Why? What’s he done?”
“He hasn’t done anything,” the cop said. “When did you see him last?”
“I haven’t seen him for three or four days.”
“What does he do?”
“He’s a stock salesman. That is, he’s a scout. He gets prospects located and phones in a tip. Then the other boys close.”
“What kind of stock?”
“Mining.”
“What’s the company?”