Tully sat down on a bench on the other side of the room facing Bob. He was silent for less than a minute for he could not check his curiosity.
“Have you been assigned to a case yet?” he asked. There was an envious note in his voice.
“Not yet, but I expect to get an assignment soon,” said Bob. “Have you a new assignment?”
“I’m expecting one this morning,” replied Tully confidently. “In fact, that’s why I’m here.”
The clerk in charge of the room returned and asked Tully’s name and business.
“Mr. Edgar will be ready to see both of you in a minute or two,” the clerk advised them.
A buzzer on the clerk’s desk whirred and the official stepped to the door, opened it and motioned for Bob and Tully to enter the private office.
Waldo Edgar, the slender, wiry head of the bureau of investigation looked up from behind the pile of papers on his desk. Bob saw a copy of one of the morning papers spread out in front of the federal chief and he knew that both he and Tully were quite likely to be in for some unpleasant moments.
“Good morning, boys,” said Mr. Edgar, but there was little warmth in his voice and he left them standing in front of his desk as he pointed to the story in the paper in front of him. His gaze centered on Bob.
“Are you responsible for this story, Bob?” he asked.