“Not very much,” grinned Hunter as he went into his office.
Tim was about to leave the field when Hunter called that he was wanted on the phone. When Tim answered he recognized the voice of Captain Ned Raymond of the state police.
“I’d like to see you at the Hotel Jefferson right away. Same room as before,” said the Captain.
“I’m just starting for town,” replied Tim. “I’ll be there in fifteen or twenty minutes.”
Captain Raymond was pacing up and down the narrow confines of room 309 when Tim entered.
“Glad to see you again, Murphy,” said the state police official. “Sit down,” and he waved toward the bed.
Captain Raymond continued his pacing, chewing nervously at the end of a heavy pencil.
“Trouble brewing,” he said in the sharp, short way of his. “Got a tip from Chicago today. We’ll have to keep a sharp lookout.”
“Just what for?” asked Tim.
“That’s it, that’s it,” exploded the fiery policeman. “If I knew where to look, but I don’t.”