Nobody had time to answer, even if anyone had decided to.
Colonel Marteau stood up.
"Anyone who tells him," he stated harshly, "is a coward and a traitor."
"Will you set the example?" asked the Saint silkily. "Or would you rather be a dead hero?"
"I shall not tell you."
Simon knew that he had lost an infinitesimal point, but his face gave it no acknowledgment. The steel hardened in his eyes.
"Maybe we can change your mind for you," he said, without a flicker of apprehension in his voice. "Valerie, slip round behind these guys and bring me their guns."
He did not hear any movement.
"Go on," he rapped.
"But how can I?"