“A profession? You?” Grady smiled jestingly. “And what would that be?”
“I’m what you might call a haunter,” said the Saint.
Grady’s brows knitted.
“A haunter?”
“Of guilty consciences.”
“That,” said Mr Grady after a pause, “I don’t get.”
Simon helped himself to a cigarette from the dispenser on the desk.
“Well,” he said engagingly, “take your conscience, for example.”
Grady grinned at him.
“And why would you be hauntin’ my conscience? It’s crystal clear.”