"The need is imminent," declared Tremont.
"I understand that," said Savette. "Nevertheless, we must not be hasty. Give me three weeks — perhaps a month. By then I shall have a perfect plan. It may take me less time. When I need assistance, I shall communicate with you."
"Have you found any suitable persons as yet?"
"Several," said Savette, "but each one presents an obstacle. That is why I have been waiting. It would be a grave mistake to choose one, then find another who would prove more profitable. We want the one who will be easiest to work."
"That is up to you," said Tremont in a tired voice. "Do your best, and let me hear from you. I shall leave for Glendale tomorrow."
Savette arose and bade his companion good night. He went downstairs and donned his raincoat. He stepped from the door. The policeman, a poncho on his shoulders, was standing on the edge of the porch. He saluted the physician and Savette hastened through the pouring rain and reached his car. The policeman watched the physician's automobile drive away. The officer had been instructed to remain here during the night. Glade Tremont was an important resident in the locality. The head of the local police force regretted his neglect in leaving this section unguarded.
Up on the roof above the policeman's head, a shadowy shape appeared reflected in the light from Tremont's window. A dripping cloak glistened as the figure of The Shadow crept toward the edge of the roof.
Escaped from the waters of the Sound, the man of mystery had come to Tremont's home, to anticipate a visit from Doctor Gerald Savette. Outside the window, he had listened to every word that had been uttered by the two conspirators.
The Shadow reached the edge of the roof. His form became invisible. His long shape glided easily over the edge. It hung suspended amid the rain.
Had The Shadow dropped to the soft ground beneath, his fall would have attracted the attention of the policeman; but The Shadow did not resort to such an act.