"You're Mr. McLeod, aren't you?"
"That's right."
"You don't have to worry about 4-12-DJM, sir. Everything will be taken care of."
"There's been a change of plans. I want the gunmen called off."
The professional smile was replaced by a frown. "Only Mr. Lantrel can do that."
"That's why I want to reach him. I told you it was important."
"But I don't know when he'll be back. Confidentially, sir, Mr. Lantrel just hates snow. When he read in the paper it was going to snow, he said he was leaving town. I'm sorry."
McLeod asked if she knew where Lantrel usually went.
"That's hard to say. He likes to forget about business, you see. He's down south," she added brightly. "Someplace down south. Is there any message?"
"Yes," McLeod said. "I'll be home all day. If Mr. Lantrel calls, have him contact me at once."