“Simply checking,” said Bob’s uncle and the tone of his voice invited no further remarks from Tully.
“Tully’s told exactly what happened up until the time he left the room,” said Bob.
“Then suppose you tell us what happened after he left and you were left here alone,” interjected Condon Adams. There was an unpleasant inflection in his voice that Bob resented; an implication that Bob might have been responsible for whatever had taken place that night. Merritt Hughes got it, too, but he ignored it.
Bob told his story in a straight-forward manner. Once or twice Adams interrupted to ask questions, but he gained little satisfaction from his efforts to heckle Bob.
“Well we’ve got two more sources of information,” said Merritt Hughes. “One is the man who was captured in this room and the other is the guard who was found on the ledge down below.”
“Which one are you going to question first?” asked Adams.
“I don’t know. It’s late now. I think I’ll see them in the morning.”
“Not trying to give me the slip, are you?” the words shot out of Adams’ mouth, which was twisted into a bitter sneer.
“I’m simply handling this case in my own way,” replied Merritt Hughes evenly.
“Oh, I don’t know whether it’s your case or not. Remember that both of us have been assigned to this radio angle. Well, you do the work and I’ll get the information out of your reports. It will save me a lot of tedious detail. Come on, Tully.”