"That's right, Miss Froon. You will immediately see the value of attention of minute detail. You have undoubtedly very often wondered whether or not you couldn't handle my job as well. In my opinion, Miss Froon, you will be ready when you notice all the details."
He clicked his teeth against a very long cigarette holder, waiting, while Miss Froon crowded herself down. There was a hesitant clearing of the metal throat and then:
"Have you any instructions for the disposal of the body, Dr. Munro?"
The Doctor made a small notation on a pad.
"I think it would be appropriate," he said finally, "if Mr. Condemeign were found drowned and heavily bruised about the body at some beach or other in his own city. Make the usual arrangements and.... Yes, Miss Froon—refund the $25,000 to Mr. Condemeign's personal account. No doubt we shall see it again when his heirs have gotten somewhat beyond their capacities."
The click of the switch on the other end of the wire was deafening.
Firelie Gluck closed one eye.
"I don't suppose you'd care to tell me just what it's all about?"
"I'd be glad to, Miss Gluck, if...." And Dr. Munro paused significantly, poring over her as he would a colored relief map.
Miss Gluck didn't hesitate. She crossed one leg over the other and smiled.