"I'm not so sure about that," declared Savette, in a thoughtful tone.
"You aren't?" queried Tremont. "Well, I am. You know who is outside, don't you?"
"Biff Towley?"
"Yes. Jake Bosch is with him. I don't take chances when I come to see you, Gerald. They are watching this house like a pair of hawks. They landed here half an hour before I came along.
"If anyone scaled that wall and opened the window, it happened some time ago, and the fellow is gone now. He couldn't get up or down without making a lot of noise about it. Biff and Jake would spot him sure."
Doctor Savette appeared reassured. He settled back in his chair, and lighted his pipe.
"Where were we?" he questioned.
"Talking about a secretary for Orlinov," replied Tremont. "I think we can handle that. Take Towley, for instance. He is smart enough to do Orlinov's work—"
"But Towley is needed here."
"Certainly, I am merely mentioning him as an example. There must be other gangsters of his mental caliber. I'll tell him what we want. He can get one, even though he may have to go outside of his own mob."