“No, he walked in here, but just after he left I heard a motorboat getting under way. You know it’s less than a block to the water front.”
There was no more information to be gained from the clerks in the store and Bob returned to the street where the cab was waiting.
“Roll on down to the water front,” he told the driver.
Chapter XXI
SPECIAL AGENT NINE
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Along the river the docks appeared deserted and there was not even a watchman in sight. Bob returned to the cab.
“Wheel for the central police station and don’t lose any time,” he commanded.
The cab shot away and Bob sank back into the seat, his head in a whirl. Somehow, he felt sure, the tangled threads would weave into a pattern that he could solve, but he had to admit that right now he was up against a seeming impasse.
The cab driver broke almost every speed record in Jacksonville that night and more than once they averted smashed fenders by the narrowest of margins.
A police siren shrilled behind them and the driver looked over his shoulder.
“Motorcycle cop coming,” he cried.