“Yes, sir,” Simon Templar whispered.
The blond man went away.
Chapter six
“Dat was Frankie,” Mr Uniatz announced a few minutes later. “He ain’t changed much.”
“Frankie himself, eh?” Simon smiled. “Well, we’re moving at last. Frankie is going to initiate me into the Metropolitan Benevolent Society, and it’s just possible that I might get an introduction to the King.”
“An’ den we give him de woiks, huh?”
“You know, Hoppy, I’ve never committed regicide.” For a brief second the blind-beggar face showed the same lawless grin that had heralded the end of more than one particularly obnoxious career. “It might be a new sensation... But it’s not going to be so easy.”
“If I get next to him wit’ my Betsy—”
“The trouble is, you weren’t invited. And it might look strange if I showed up with an escort. This time, anyway, your job is going to be to Lurk.”
He gave more detailed instructions.