“Don’t you know?” asked Bob.
“Know what?” demanded the filing chief.
“He just escaped from the police station.”
“Then we’re sunk,” groaned the filing chief. “That means that paper is gone for good and I’ll bet my job is too.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. Give the federal men a chance.”
“But they’ve had nearly 24 hours,” wailed the chubby Jacobs.
“You can’t expect them to do miracles in that length of time,” cautioned Bob.
Before the filing chief could reply, the door swung inward and Tully Ross hurried in.
His face was flushed and he appeared to be laboring under some great excitement.
Arthur Jacobs looked at his watch.