“Must you go?” asked the girl.
“Yes, but I would like to leave some one here, if you have no objections.”
“Who, Mr. Jones?”
“One of my assistants. If possible, I would be glad if his presence here could remain a secret between us—even if your uncle should come.”
“It could be arranged, Mr. Jones.”
“Then I will summon my assistant. Will you conduct me to a rear window on this floor?”
The girl was puzzled, but led Nick to a window in the rear, overlooking the back yard between Forty-fourth and Forty-fifth Streets.
In one of the yards, in plain view of the rear of the Montgomery house, a roughly dressed young man was working at a clothes pole.
Nick waved his hand.
The man nodded and started to slide down.