“Well, it follows that there must be some good reason for this interest in federal operations, and all I can figure out is that the gang is getting ready to smuggle in a large amount of gems.”
“Go to the head of the class; you’ve had a perfect score. The question now follows, what shall we do?”
“Are you going to try to demote me now?” grinned Bob.
“No, I’m just trying to find out how far along the way you’ll get by sound deduction and logic.”
“Then I’d say that we ought to go through with our original plans and that Tully and I proceed on to our assignments at once with additional agents held ready to back us up if we get in a jam or things break wide open and we need help.”
“You’re not worrying about Hamsa having escaped from the river and getting word to the others in the gang?”
“Of course I’m thinking about that angle, but that’s a chance we’ll have to take,” replied Bob.
“We’ll make the decision tomorrow. There may be some further advices from Washington by that time.”
Bob finished dressing and his uncle picked up his bag and together they walked out into the train shed.
“Breakfast is going to taste good to me,” said Bob. “Don’t waste any time in getting there.”