Merritt Hughes, one of the crack agents of the Department of Justice, smiled as he shook the rain from his hat.
“I was driving home when I caught a glimpse of you coming in here. Working tonight?”
“I’ve got at least two hours of work ahead of me,” replied Bob.
“Anyone else going to be with you?” inquired his uncle.
“No, I’m alone.”
“Good. I want to talk with you where there is no chance that we may be overheard.”
Bob was tempted to ask what it was all about, but he knew that in good time his uncle would tell him.
They stepped into an automatic elevator and Bob pressed the control button.
There was a distinct resemblance between uncle and nephew. Merritt Hughes looked as though he might be Bob’s older brother. He was well built, about five feet eight inches tall, and usually tipped the scales at 160 pounds, but there was no fat on his well conditioned body. His hair was a dull brown, but the keenness of his eyes made up for whatever coloring was lacking in his hair.
Bob was taller than his uncle and would outweigh him ten pounds. His hair was light and his pleasant blue eyes were alert to everything that was going on. Both had rather large and definite noses, and Bob often chided his uncle on that family trait.