Simon struck a match.
“Is it?”
“Indeed it is.”
“Even about your secret partnership with Doc Spangler?”
Grady’s grin faded. He turned abruptly, went back behind his desk, and sat down. His fingertips tapped a nervous tattoo on the top of his desk for a moment.
“Even if that were true,” he said finally, “would it be a crime?”
The Saint also sat down again, lowering himself through a leisured breath of smoke.
“I always heard you were an honest man, Mike,” he said quietly. “Spangler’s a crook, and you know it.”
Grady flushed.
“I don’t know anything of the sort!” he snapped. “So he served time once. What of it? A man can make a mistake.”