"I'd like to see Mr. Baker," I said.
"What about?"
"Confidential business."
"No one gets in to see a man like Mr. Baker that easy. If they could, he'd be pestered by every crackpot in town."
This was as far as I was going to get. I had to make the best of it. "Will you give him a message then?" I asked.
Roesler shrugged. "If I think he should have it."
"I would advise you to deliver it," I said making my tone as impressive as possible. "If he doesn't get it, you may be out of a job."
His eyebrows raised slightly.
"Tell him," I said, "that Max Calof wants to see him," and spelled my last name for him.
"And what should I say you want to see him about?" I had caught a slight break in Roesler's composure.