Connie found the words at last, “I was hoping and praying they’d keep that — that man in jail — that the fight would be called off...” Her voice broke. “But they’re releasing him.”
“Are they?” Simon asked with interest. “I didn’t see anything about it in my paper.”
“Daddy was over at police headquarters first thing this morning with Spangler — he’s the Masked Angel’s manager.”
The Saint nodded.
“I see. So they got the Angel out of the jug in spite of Hoppy’s recommendation.”
“Steve is going through with this fight — if you don’t do something about it.” Connie Grady’s voice strained against her self-control. “He’ll be killed.”
Hoppy gulped on a mouthful that would have choked a horse.
“Killed? De Champ? Why, he’ll moider de bum!”
Connie turned on him sharply.
“You think so? After what the Masked Angel did to Torpedo Smith last night? That... that so-called bum has beaten every man he’s fought.”