“I stake my reputation on it. If I fail, you don’t pay me a dime. That’s fair enough, isn’t it? But you’ll pay me. I don’t intend to fail.”
“But how will it be done?”
“That you must leave to me. I never discuss my plans. There are two things I need. I haven’t the time to bother with them myself. Maybe you can take care of them for me?”
“What things?”
“I’ll need an aircraft and a stunt flyer.”
Maurer’s eyes bulged.
“A stunt flyer? You’re not suggesting he should land on the roof, are you?”
Ferrari smiled.
“Nothing so obvious. I merely want him to divert attention. The trick is really very simple. You have seen a good conjuror? When he does a trick he makes sure the audience is looking at something else and not at what he is doing. The stunt flyer will do just that and give me my chance to strike.”
“I’ll get you an aircraft and a stunt flyer. When do you want them?” Maurer asked.