Tremont realized the wisdom of Savette's remarks. He sensed that his colleague in crime was about to propose a definite plan. He listened intently.
"You need a vacation," declared Savette, assuming a professional air. "I suggest that you go away for a trip. Destination unannounced. Actually, it will be Glendale.
"Take Biff Towley with you. Put him in charge of forces up there. Forget New York for a while. Concentrate on getting results through Orlinov.
"We have accomplished what we set out to do. Our past is covered. There are only two who have ever tried to interfere — Sharrock and The Shadow. We drove the first away. We have apparently killed the second.
"I shall remain in New York. You will be with Orlinov, making sure that all goes well. With Towley in charge of the guards there can be no mutiny, nor easing of the watch. Then Orlinov can drive those slaves of his. Make them produce."
There was a steely glint in Savette's eyes as he concluded his statement. Tremont chuckled.
"Orlinov knows how to drive" declared the lawyer. "He is getting results as effectively as possible. He is handicapped by only one item. Money."
"I know that," said Savette thoughtfully. "I intend to rectify that situation. I can do it better alone, at present. Our real work is ended. It was difficult with the others, because we had set our minds on the ones we wanted. But money—"
He laughed knowingly. Tremont saw a new sparkle in the physician's eyes.
"Sharrock crossed us," added Savette. "Otherwise, we might not have started on our new venture. If we had him now, we would be all right. But it would be dangerous to go after him. There are easier ways; and I can find one."