“I’ve never seen him before,” said Adams, “but he doesn’t look like a very savory character.”
He paid the bill for their lunch and as they stepped out of the restaurant and looked for a cab, the man in the dark suit sidled up to them.
“You guys federal men?” he asked.
Bob and Condon Adams whirled toward him.
“What of it?” barked Adams.
“I was just askin’. If you are, I’ve got a message for you.”
“Who from?” it was Bob now.
The little man shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Fellow down on the water front gave me a note to give to the federals. Said one of them was at a hotel. When I inquired there I learned he’d gone to the station so I came along and thought I’d try you.”
He reached for an inner pocket and too late Bob divined what was happening. The street they were in was quiet now and suddenly there was danger in the air.