“Simplest thing in the world if you’ll be guided by me.”
“Spill it.”
“Merely a matter of distracting Friend Murphy’s attention for ten seconds. At the end of the ten seconds you will be seen going up the steps to the front door. Presently you will be seen coming down again, unable to effect an entrance against the watchfulness of the faithful Connor. Do you get me?”
“I get you. I’m to be in disguise. But how shall we get the process-server off guard?”
“Leave that to me.”
The two conspirators elaborated their plan, built it up, revised it, tested it at every point, and pronounced it perfect.
“But we’ve forgotten one point,” said Remsen at the end of the discussion.
“What’s that?”
“Where do I go when I get out?”
“Where do you want to go?”