“Fine.”

“Did you have a good time last night?”

“Mm-hm.” The Saint nodded. “But I still want a date with you.”

“Well—”

“ ‘What about lunch?”

“I don’t know—”

Her face was paler than it had been yesterday, but he gave no sign of noticing it.

“It’s a date,” he said, and glanced towards the communicating door. It was half open. He had seen that when he came in. “Has the Great Man arrived yet?”

“Will you go right in?”

Simon nodded, and strolled through.