“None so far.”
“They’ve identified the man who was at the house?”
“Yes. A chap by the name of Driscoll. They’re looking for him.”
“Find him?”
“I don’t think so. Not yet.”
“Put a couple of men on the job digging out all the information you can about Driscoll,” Mason ordered.
Drake’s carp-like mouth twisted into a slow grin. “I saved a nickel on that one,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“I started a couple of operatives on him as soon as I had the name over the telephone, so I won’t have to call back.”
Mason nodded and said, “Get in, Paul. We’re going to hunt up Harry Trader. We’ll try his place of business first. He may be there.”