"You know the reason now. Well, Steffan gave it up as a bad job, and headed for Murdock's. Jake went along in another cab. Biff had two men on the job. Jake nudged Steffan into the car, and he wound up in the Bronx."
"Very, very nice," said Doctor Savette. "Well, it's all done now. You told me over the phone that you heard from Orlinov this afternoon."
"Yes," declared Tremont. "I came down on the late train, as you know. I received Orlinov's wire about two o'clock this afternoon. Here it is."
He drew a yellow slip from his pocket, and handed it to the physician. Savette smiled as he read it. He laid the telegram on a table beside him.
"Now about the next job," he suggested.
"I'll take care of that," responded Tremont. "That is, the first part of it. You know my general plan. There are advantages in being an attorney, just as there are advantages to the physician."
"Together," observed Savette, "we make an excellent team."
"Yes, but you are handicapped."
"I haven't shown it."
"I am speaking comparatively, Gerald. First of all, I contact well with Orlinov. He appears as an inventor, and I represent him. Besides that, there is nothing out of the way for me to meet Biff Towley in my office. That is, as long as Biff keeps away from crime that looks too big. All racketeers have their lawyers. It's quite legitimate to represent one."