The Saint frowned.
"You mean the seedy gigolo sort of bird who was with the mayor?"
She nodded.
"He's the real boss of the town. The mayor is just a figurehead."
"Other people don't seem to think he's as dumb as he looks," Simon remarked.
"They don't know. There's nothing wrong with Purdell, but Eisenfeld—"
"Maybe you have inside information," said the Saint.
She looked at him over her clenched fists, dry-eyed and defiant.
"If there were any justice in the world Al Eisenfeld would be executed."
The Saint raised his eyebrows and she read the thought in his mind and met it with cynical denial.