“So far I’ve been able to make pretty good use of my fists,” grinned Bob, “but this may come in handy in a pinch.”
“Any orders for Bob tonight?” asked Edgar, directing his question at Condon Adams.
“I won’t need him,” was the tart reply. “He might as well go home and get some sleep.”
“I may get a little sleep, but I’m not going home,” replied Bob. “That’s too popular with certain unpleasant people. You can find me at a hotel and I’ll probably change my address every night.”
He named a small hotel which was near his own room.
“That’s a good idea,” said Waldo Edgar, “but be sure to keep us informed every time you shift to a new address. We’ll let you know the minute we get any information on your uncle. Now you’d better get home and get some sleep.”
Bob admitted that he was mighty tired, but he was far from sleepy for his mind was still spinning in circles.
When he left the office Condon Adams and Tully Ross stepped out into the hall with him and they descended to the main floor in the same elevator. Bob could feel the cold wave of animosity which engulfed the others and he knew that though they would make every effort to recover the radio secret, they probably would not overtax their energies in finding his uncle.
As they walked toward the main door, Condon Adams spoke.
“We’ll call on you when we need help, but this thing is going to be easy. Too bad your uncle muffed it this afternoon.”