“Burbank,” he said softly.
“Good,” came the reply. “Any report?”
“None.”
“Where is Vincent?”
“Gone.”
“Burke?”
“Gone.”
There was a momentary silence. Then the voice issued a brief order.
“Be ready,” it said. “Act instantly on any double call. Report news here at once.”
The receiver clicked. The lunch counter attendant hung up the phone and went back to give the waiting customer his check.