“We’ll try it alone,” said Bob. “If we find them, we can send in a call for assistance. Can you arrange for us to fly there?”
The chief of the division of investigation looked at his watch. It was just three o’clock.
“A plane will be ready in half an hour at Antacostia,” he said. “Make sure that you are well armed and don’t take unnecessary risks. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Bob.
“Then start for Antacostia at once. You’re going, too, lieutenant?”
“I wouldn’t miss this,” replied the intelligence officer. “Besides, we have a considerable stake in this game.”
“Splendid. But don’t let Bob take any needless risks. I’m counting on his developing into one of my aces one of these days.”
Bob’s temperature rose about three degrees and he looked at the federal chief to see if he was joking, but Waldo Edgar was serious.
“Looks to me like you’re making headway rapidly,” said Lieutenant Gibbons as they left the Department of Justice building. “You carrying a gun?” he asked.
Bob patted his coat pocket.