She looked at the sergeant again.
The sergeant looked at the constable.
The constable looked at the sergeant, not very intelligently, perhaps, but with a dawning grasp of what was troubling his superior's mind.
Both of them looked at the Saint.
Both of them looked at Lady Valerie.
Both of them looked at the Saint once more.
The sergeant scratched his head.
"Well, I dunno," he announced helplessly. "There must be somethink barmy about this."
Simon had his cigarette case open. He took out a cigarette.
"What's on your mind, brother?" he inquired amiably.