“I ain’t talking,” said the man.
“Then we’re going to find your company rather dull,” said the Saint. “Why don’t you beat it before you bore the hell out of us?”
The gunman seemed to have difficulty co-ordinating his ideas and his ears.
“Scram, bum,” said the Saint.
The man gulped, opened the door, and departed hastily.
“Nice work yourself,” said Patricia. “Why on earth did you let him go?”
“I didn’t feel excited about having him live with us,” Simon told her. “I might have killed him, but the management wouldn’t like us to keep his body in the room, and if we threw it out of the window it might have hurt somebody.”
“But aren’t you a bit curious about what he was doing here?”
“I already know, darling. He was sent here to fetch me to Rick the Barber, that was obvious as soon as I placed him.”
“But what does Rick Lansing want with you?”