"Your faith in my reformed character is almost touching," said the Saint at length; and the solicitor smiled faintly.
"We are relying on the popular estimate of your sporting instincts."
"When do you want me to go?"
The solicitor placed the tips of his fingers together with a discreet modicum of satisfaction.
"I take it that you are prepared to accept our offer?"
"I don't see why I shouldn't. A pal of mine who came over the other day told me there was a darn good show at the Folies Bergère, and since you're only young once —"
"Doubtless you will be permitted to include the entertainment in your bill of expenses," said the solicitor dryly. "If the notice is not too short, we should be very pleased if you were free to visit the — ah — Folies Bergère tomorrow night."
"Suits me," murmured the Saint laconically.
The solicitor rose.
"You will travel by air, of course," he said. "I shall return later this evening to deliver the package into your keeping, after which you will be solely responsible. If I might give you a hint, Mr. Templar," he added, as the Saint shepherded him to the door, "you will take particular pains to conceal it while you are travelling. It has been suggested to us that the French police are not incorruptible."