“I’m trying to learn about a man named Albert Povy.”
“I guess I can tell you about him,” the agent conceded. “He was among the victims.”
“The body was shipped from here?”
“It was.”
“To relatives?”
“Couldn’t tell you as to that. The body was claimed by a man named Rascomb. Herbert Rascomb.”
Flash was startled by the name. He wondered if it could be the same man George Doyle had been telling him about. But that scarcely seemed possible.
“And where was the casket sent?” he asked after a moment. “That is, what city?”
“To a place called Clear Lake.”
Flash thanked the agent for the information and left the station. He was ten minutes late in reaching the parking lot. Doyle was waiting in the sound truck, appearing none too pleased at the delay.