"Perhaps you would like to discuss it with your fiancee, Mr Templar," he said. "I shall arrange for you to be given five minutes alone. I'm sure that that will be sufficient for you to reach the only conclusion that two sensible people can come to."
4
They were in a tiny box of a cell furnished with a small wooden table, a wooden chair and a wooden cot with a straw paillasse; all the articles of furniture were securely bolted to the floor. It smelt sour and musty. A faint dismal light came through an iron grille over the door which seemed to be the only means of ventilation.
Valerie dropped limply on to the cot and leaned back against the wall in an attitude of supreme weariness.
"Alone at last," she said. And then: "My God, I'm tired."
"You must be," said the Saint. "Why don't you go to sleep?"
She smiled weakly.
"With a man in my room? What would the dear vicar say?"
"Probably the same thing that the Bishop said to the actress."
"What was that?"