“Does that mean they don’t think the Justice Department capable of solving the mystery?” asked Bob.
“Not exactly that, I guess. It simply means that this case is of such tremendous importance that everything the government can do will be done in its solution.”
They turned into a quiet restaurant and selected a table well to the rear where they could talk without danger of being overheard for there were only a few diners in the place.
“Have you seen Condon Adams?” asked Bob.
The federal agent shook his head.
“I hear he’s having a pretty hard time of it. The chief had him in on the carpet and gave him a going over for letting this fellow slip away from him. But it could have happened to anyone. If we’d gotten there first instead of Adams, we might have been the victims.”
They ordered their dinners and Bob leaned across the table.
“I’ve been trying to figure out everyone in the office,” he said, “and I can’t find a single one on whom you can pin any suspicion. The leak about that paper must have come from outside before the paper reached us.”
“That’s possible,” nodded his uncle.
“Remember that another office was rifled before our own was visited,” said Bob. “That should indicate that the marauder had none too clear information on where to look for the paper.”