He drew forth a yellow card, and gave it to Volovick.
“Keep this as a reminder,” said Prokop.
Volovick nodded, and left.
Prokop called for Agent F. The man appeared, and removed his robe. He was a short, wiry individual, with a cunning face.
“I have work for you,” said Prokop, in a low voice. “Go to the Hotel Metrolite. Stay there. Watch a man named Harry Vincent.
“Learn everything that you can about him. Use the name that you used before — Ernest Manion. Go where Vincent goes. Report as usual.”
The short man nodded. He departed, and Prokop called the single agent who remained.
“Agent R.”
THE girl entered the outer room. She had been standing near the door, awaiting her call. She slipped the robe from her shoulders, and looked quizzically at the hooded man who spoke to her.
“You have your instructions,” said Prokop.