 Did the questions Tremaine needed answers to get resolved?
In his room at the Elsby Commercial Hotel, Tremaine opened his luggage and took out a small tool kit, used a screwdriver to remove the bottom cover plate from the telephone. He inserted a tiny aluminum cylinder, crimped wires and replaced the cover. Then he dialed a long-distance Washington number and waited half a minute for the connection. Project Officer for the hyperwave program—he's been on my neck day and night. You elected me to be a leg-man: now let me do it my way." "I felt a technical man might succeed where a trained investigator could be misled. And since it seems to be pinpointed in your home area—" "You don't have to justify yourself. Now I want answers, not questions! I'm warning you, Tremaine. Tremaine left the hotel, walked two blocks west along Commerce Street and turned in at a yellow brick building with the words ELSBY MUNICIPAL POLICE cut in the stone lintel above the door. In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more." Tremaine covered the discovery of the powerful unidentified interference on the high-security hyperwave band, the discovery that each transmission produced not one but a pattern of "fixes" on the point of origin. It showed a set of concentric circles, overlapped by a similar group of rings. "I think what we're getting is an echo effect from each of these points of intersection. The rings themselves represent the diffraction pattern—" "Hold it, Jimmy. "The point is this, Jess: we think we've got it narrowed down to this section. "I didn't expect any easy answers, Jess. "Course," said Jess, "there's always Mr. Bram ..." "Mr. Bram," repeated Tremaine. "I've never seen any harm in Bram," said Jess. Tremaine stubbed out his cigarette, lit another. They used to raise cain in the other drug store...." I had the whole caboodle locked up here for six hours. I used to think she was some kind of princess...." Miss Linda was maybe in her twenties—and that made her an old maid, in those times. Now, you know Bram was funny about any kind of socializing; never would go any place at night.
 No. He still doesn't know where the transmission is coming from.
 No. He still doesn't know where the transmission is coming from.  No. He thinks that Miss Carroll is behind this out of spite for Mr. Bram, but he's not quite sure.  Yes. Mr. Bram was the cause of the transmission, so Tremaine's question has been answered.  Probably. Mr. Bram is certainly evil, so Tremaine knows for sure where this investigation will lead.