"Good idea," commended Savette. His tone changed suddenly. Once more he was staring beyond Tremont.
"That window again!" he said in a low voice. "I thought I saw the shade move!" Up on his feet, Savette strode across the room and raised the shade. The window sash was tightly locked. Savette shrugged his shoulders, and drew down the shade. He came back to his chair.
"Imagination, that time," he said. "I might as well forget it from now on. Tell me all that happened with Steffan."
"It was quite short and quite sweet," declared Tremont, with a smile. "Orlinov and I were talking yesterday afternoon. The fellow evidently overheard us. He disappeared right after dinner.
"We called in the man at the gate, and he said that Steffan had gone out in a car, saying that Orlinov had sent him to the village — something which Orlinov had done on a few occasions.
We sent a man down to the station, and he found the car parked there.
"I figured that Steffan had just had time enough to catch the express for New York. So I called Towley, and then I called you. Towley and Bosch were waiting for him."
"Where?"
"At the Weehawken Terminal. Steffan tried to call Murdock's place, but Towley beat him to it. He dialed the number from another booth."
"Ah! That's why he talked so long and so vaguely, when he made the first call. He asked me to keep speaking, but he didn't say why."