TULLY’S CHALLENGE
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Tully Ross followed Bob into the elevator and they dropped toward the
first floor.
“I guess we’re taking the same train as far as Jacksonville,” said Tully.
“What a pleasure that’s going to be!”
Tully’s last words were sneering and vindictive, and a little of Bob’s
pent-up resentment burst out. Fortunately no one else was in the elevator
at the time.
“You’d better take inventory of yourself, Tully,” advised Bob, “or you’re
going to run head-on into trouble. I haven’t got it in for you and you
can take full credit for anything that you do. Don’t be so blamed
suspicious of everything. You do your work and I’ll do mine. The main
thing is going to be to solve this case and I don’t care who does it just
as long as we are successful. If you’d only warm up a little we could go
over this case on the way south this afternoon and we might have some
ideas that we could both benefit by.”
Tully looked suspicious.
“What are you getting at?” he asked.
They were on the main floor again and passengers bound for the upper
floors swept into the elevator.
“We’ll take a taxi together to the station and I’ll tell you on the way
there,” said Bob.
Tully had two smaller bags while Bob had only the large gladstone and
they loaded the bags and themselves into a taxi and started for the union
station.
“I’m just trying to get at this,” said Bob. “Both of us have chances for
brilliant futures in this service if we don’t let personal rivalry warp
our better judgment. That was a shabby trick of yours in giving that
story to the newspapers and I rather think you hoped that I would be
blamed.”
Tully was silent and Bob went on.
“I’m willing to let that pass and some other things that have happened if
you feel that you’re willing to work along with me on this case. The old
saying that two heads are better than one is certainly true in this kind
of work and we can both benefit by it. What do you say?”
Bob’s clear, blue eyes bored deep into Tully’s brown ones and he held out
his hand.
Tully held Bob’s gaze for a moment and then his eyes shifted uneasily. He
made no motion to take Bob’s proffered hand.
“Well, if that’s the way you feel about it, I’m glad that we have had a
definite understanding,” said Bob.
“I guess that’s the way it’s got to be,” said Tully slowly. “I don’t like
you, Bob, and there’s no use in making any bones about it. I’m going to
solve this case even if I have to step all over you in doing it.”
“Well, Tully, you just run along and do your best; but I’m serving fair
warning on you right now that if you try to step on any of my toes,
you’ll wish you hadn’t. There’s only one way to play this game and that’s
to play it fair and square. I’m going to play it that way and I’m going
to win and nothing that you can do will stop me. If it is humanly
possible that case will be solved within the next few weeks.”
Tully looked squarely at Bob.
“Is that a challenge?” he asked.
“Call it anything you like.”
“Then I say that you won’t solve it in two months if you solve it at
all.”
“Two months it is,” retorted Bob, “and by that I mean that every angle of
this case will be cleaned up and either all of the men connected with it
in federal custody or beyond our reach and you can put that down in
writing if you want to.”
“I won’t do that,” sneered Tully, “for it might be too embarrassing to
have to have it recalled when you fail.”
“I’m not going to fail,” said Bob firmly, and although Tully wouldn’t
have admitted it at the time, he had a premonition that Bob was
right—that he would not fail.