"Let's find 'em," snapped Kingston, apparently struck with an idea.
Maddox had little trouble in locating Moray. He looked in on Peter Moray for a moment, and then went in search of Virginia. Virginia, apparently, had disappeared.
It was quite impossible to search every possible place in Albuquerque for a glimpse of Virginia and, after covering the pathway to and from Bronson's cottage to the police station and thence to the police hospital, Maddox gave up and returned to Moray, who had stopped speaking to Cauldron. As Moray turned away from the equipment, the telephone rang, and he went to it, wondering.
Moray lifted the phone and said, gingerly, "Yes? This is the Brons—"
"Moray! This is Virginia. I'm going to dig Bronson out of the clink and bring him home. You hide or at least lie low. Follow?"
"Where are you?"
Virginia named an address.
Kingston snapped, "Get that address—quick. Know where it is?"
"Heck," drawled Maddox insolently, "This is the same Albuquerque. Sure I know the address."
The video screen showed a blur, and settled on the showroom of a ladies' apparel shop. Virginia was just hanging up the telephone and Maddox whistled.