"Hullo, darling," he said evenly. "And how are you?"
"I'm all right, thanks… Listen, Simon, you remember that cloakroom ticket I asked you to keep for me?"
Simon drew at his cigarette.
"Of course," he said, without hesitation. "It's quite safe."
"That's good," she said. "You see, I'm afraid I've got to have it back at once. I'm awfully sorry to be such a nuisance, but it's frightfully important. I mean, could you bring it round right away? It's all frightfully thrilling, but I'll tell you all about it when you get here. Can you possibly manage it?"
"Easily," he said. "I was just looking for something useful to do."
"You know where I live, don't you?"
"I should think so. I looked it up in the phone book as soon as I got back to town, and I've just been waiting for an invitation."
"Well, you've got one now. And listen. Nobody must know you're coming to see me. I'll tell you why afterwards."
"No one shall even guess where I've gone," said the Saint, with his eyes on Patricia. "I'll be over in ten minutes."