“Attempted abduction of a federal officer,” snapped Adams, who then turned toward Bob.
“We’ll get over to the hospital now and see if the fellow you clipped with a couple of bullets is ready to talk.”
They hurried outside the station, but Adams stopped short when he saw the sedan at the curb.
“I forgot all about the car,” he said. “It’s probably stolen. I’ll report it to the captain.”
By the time the older federal agent was back Bob had a cab waiting at the curb and they told the driver to speed them to the hospital.
“If we can get either one of these fellows to talk, it may be the break that will open up this case,” mused Adams as the cab roared along the now almost deserted streets.
They pulled up at the hospital where a dim light glowed over the entrance. There was no general admittance at that hour of the night, but continued ringing of the bell brought an orderly and they gained admission.
Condon Adams revealed their identity to the night supervisor and asked the condition of the man who had been brought in.
“He’s resting fairly comfortably,” said the nurse. “The bullet in his shoulder has been removed and the one in his leg will be taken out in the morning.”
“Case serious?” pressed Adams.