"Kelly here tells me you've been demanding to see me." He nodded toward the florid man at his side. He had a high, thin voice, like something that needed oiling. "Something about important information regarding safeguarding my paintings."
"That's right, Mr. Snithian," Dan said. "I believe I can be of great help to you."
"Help how? If you've got ideas of bilking me...." The red eyes bored into Dan like hot pokers.
"Nothing like that, sir. Now, I know you have quite a system of guards here—the papers are full of it—"
"Damned busybodies! Sensation-mongers! If it wasn't for the press, I'd have no concern for my paintings today!"
"Yes sir. But my point is, the one really important spot has been left unguarded."
"Now, wait a minute—" Kelly started.
"What's that?" Snithian cut in.
"You have a hundred and fifty men guarding the house and grounds day and night—"
"Two hundred and twenty-five," Kelly snapped.