His taxi driver was still optimistically waiting, and he opened the nearest door as he saw the Saint approach.
Simon smiled and shook his head.
"Sorry," he said, "but I just came to tell you you needn't wait any more."
"Orl right, guv'nor."
The driver looked dejected.
Simon tucked a ten-shilling note into the front of his coat.
"On your way. And have a drink with me when they open."
"That I will, guv'nor," said the man less glumly. "And I 'opes I see you again."
The Saint stood on hot bricks until the cab turned the next corner and passed out of sight.
Then he got into the driving seat of the Daimler.