“When did you give him this information?”
“It was the night before you caught Fritz in the office,” replied Jacobs.
“Have you seen him since then?”
“Yes, he came to my apartment after his escape and I sheltered him for a few hours. I didn’t want to, but he was armed and forced me to do it. That’s all I know about it.”
“Don’t you know who’s behind Fritz? Who is supplying him with the money?”
Arthur Jacobs shook his head.
“I didn’t even see any money,” he said bitterly. “Fritz said that would come later after this thing had been forgotten.”
Bob felt sorry for the little man, for he knew now that Jacobs had been the unwilling dupe of an older and bullying brother.
There was one bit of information Bob must have, one thing that was vital.
“Did you save the envelope in which the letter Fritz sent you from Maryland was mailed?” he asked.