The Saint grinned as he swung the convertible around a corner.
“Never mind, Hoppy,” he said. “It helps to tone down the pattern... Anyway, all I saw was two gentlemen with handkerchiefs over their faces in a black sedan with no rear licence plate.”
Hoppy scowled.
“I seen dat too,” he grumbled. “What I wanna know is, who wuz dey?”
“Did you notice the outside hand of the fellow driving the car? It flashed in the sun.”
Mr Uniatz blinked.
“Huh?”
“He was wearing a lot of finger jewellery.”
“Finger jewellery?”
“Rings — large flashy rings.”