“That it’s not — not worth risking his life—”
“He’s retiring after this next fight, according to the papers,” Patricia said.
“Yes, I know. He promised me... But it may be too late by then.”
Hoppy was shaking his head uncomprehendingly.
“You talk like he’s a cream puff,” he said. “He’s de Champ, ain’t he?”
“Connie,” said the Saint gently, holding her eyes, “is there any other reason why you think Steve won’t win? Something you haven’t told me yet?”
She drew back.
“No.” She turned away. “I’ve told you everything. I— Spangler used to be a doctor once,” she said quickly. “I mean a real doctor, I— Suppose he uses his hypnotism? I know how crazy that sounds, but something will happen to Steve! I know it will!”
None of this was particularly fresh grist for Simon’s cogitative mill. He sighed.
“If Steve gives his usual performance,” he reasoned, “I don’t see that Bilinski stands a prayer. As for Doc Spangler’s hypnotic powers — I wouldn’t worry too much about them if I were you, Connie.”