It was so much too late for Simon to switch his eyes away without looking even guiltier that he had to go on watching, and the young man went on scowling, at him and said uncomfortably: "We aren't really going to cut each other's throats, but there are some things that women can't understand."
"If a man told him that elephants laid eggs he'd believe it, just because it was a man who told him," said the girl petulantly, and she also looked at the Saint. "Perhaps if you told him—"
"The trouble is, she won't give me credit for having any sense—"
"He's such a baby—"
"If she didn't read so many detective stories—"
"He's so damned pig-headed—"
The Saint held up his hands.
"Wait a minute," he pleaded. "Don't shoot the referee — he doesn't know what it's all about. I couldn't help hearing what you were saying, but it isn't my fight."
The young man rubbed his head shamefacedly, and the girl bit her lip.
Then she said quickly: "Well, please, won't you be a referee? Perhaps he'd listen to you. He's lost fifteen thousand dollars already, and it isn't all his own money—"