“Give me a description of the man who put in a call from here not more than fifteen minutes ago.”
The man to whom Bob addressed the question appeared to resent his intrusion, and his reply was far from courteous.
“You’ve got the wrong place and besides I don’t like you.”
That touched off Bob’s temper and his anger blazed.
“Give me the information I want and give it to me at once or you’re going on a quick ride to jail. Who phoned from that booth?”
At the same time Bob revealed the metal shield in his hand which identified him, and the entire attitude of the clerk changed.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a federal man in the first place?” he grumbled.
“I want to know who made that call,” insisted Bob.
“Well, I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention. There were a couple of other customers in the store. He was kind of tall, and about thirty-five I’d say.”
“What kind of clothes was he wearing?”