"You know, your confidential agent that you gave orders to yesterday."
A light broke on Jack. "Sure!" he cried. "Didn't recognize the name."
"Well you never know who may be tapping the wire."
"Very wise precaution. What is it, Tommy—I mean Whitcomb?"
"I got a report to make."
"Fire away."
"Can't tell you over the phone. It's too important. Say, Mr. Robinson, I got what you sent me after all right."
"Good boy!"
"Want me to come to the hotel?"
Jack not knowing if Bobo and Miriam would be out of the way, said "No." He considered a moment. "Meet me at Harmon Evers' shop, number — East Twenty-Ninth street. In half an hour."