“I guess you’re right,” agreed Jim, reluctantly.
“Meanwhile,” continued Waltham, “lay off being foolish. This is an order — not a suggestion. Get that, Jim?”
“What do you mean — being foolish?”
“Well, just before we raided, you saw a car pulling away from Birch’s place. You sent Guysel after it. Guysel saw it go in a garage. Remember? He didn’t even get the number of the car.
“Then he saw a man come out and take a taxi. He followed the cab to a house. He spotted the place. Yesterday you went in there. What did you find?”
“Nothing.”
“Was the place empty?”
“Yes.”
“Who lives there?”
“A man named Bronson.”