"Date remains the same?"
"Yes; to-morrow night."
"How about detectives?"
"Four—two men and two women—from the usual agency. We cannot handle any of them by the customary means, but they will not be hard to get out of the way."
"Make arrangements for doing so," wrote the Black Star. "If you need help, ask for it to-morrow morning. What arrangements have been made about refreshments?"
"A caterer is to serve them. Two of the waiters are our men."
"Good! Anything special regarding possible loot?"
"Since it is such an affair, all the women are likely to wear their most expensive jewels," wrote Number Two. "Social rivalry that exists at present will tend toward this."
"That is all for the present. Retire!"
Number Two erased what was written, bowed, and backed through the door. The Black Star glanced at a little clock that stood on the table before him.