"Guess you're right," Duke admitted, crestfallen. "Well, Rick, anything else you need?"
"Middle initial or name?" Rick asked.
"M for Mayhew. Anything else?" Jerry asked with a superior air.
"That does it." Rick consulted his watch. "Let's go, Scotty. Time to pick up Barby. I won't thank you two, because you're going to get paid in steak and pie. See you later."
At the home of Barby's friend there was another wait while Rick chafed. He was anxious to get home and phone Steve Ames. However, as it developed, Steve couldn't be reached. It was after dinner before Rick made connections.
He gave Steve the information Jerry had collected, then asked, "Isn't this proof of something?"
Steve chuckled. "It's proof that Whiteside has a new barber. That's all. But it's certainly strongly presumptive, Rick. We knew about Collins moving before you called, and we're continuing the check on him. Meanwhile, I'll alert my boys at Spindrift and tell them to keep on their toes."
"I'll pass the word," Rick offered.
"No need. I'm in touch by radio. Now, I want you to do something for me. Dr. Marks is arriving at Newark by train at six tomorrow morning. Tom Dodd is with him. Can you pick them up?"
"Sure. How?"