Dorns grunted. "Want to see you in private a minute."
"Gladly. Come along!"
When they stood inside Windsor's private office, Dorns regarded his man steadily, refused to sit down, and then spoke with a blunt directness.
"I'm informed that you've been offered a job in New York, with the law firm of Milligan, Milligan, Hoyt & Brainard. Is that a fact or not?"
Windsor's eyes widened slightly.
"Eh? Sure, it's a fact. I wasn't aware that it had become widely known, however. I have accepted the offer, which does not go into effect for some months."
"That's bad news—for you."
Windsor sensed antagonism in that hard eye, and stiffened. A flush crept into his face.
"What d'you mean by saying that?" he demanded sharply.
Dorns jerked his head toward the door.