“You did that on poipose!” he grated.
The Saint seemed to ponder the accusation.
“I might have,” he conceded. “You handle that rod just a little too well, and you wouldn’t want to be tempted to commit murder, would you? Now suppose you happened to run into the guy who told you that that white sapphire in your ring was a real diamond, and charged you five grand for it?”
Urselli’s eyes dilated incredulously towards the scintillation on his left hand.
“Why, the son of a—” He pulled himself together. “What’s the idea?” he snarled. “Are you tryin’ to put me on the spot?”
Simon shook his head.
“No,” he answered. “But maybe you left Chicago because you were already on it.”
Intuccio came up between them.
“You like shooting?” he said in his deep harsh voice.
“I’m always ready for a bit of fun,” said the Saint lightly. “Maybe Amadeo would like some hunting, too. D’you think we could find anything worth shooting around here?”