“Hullo,” said the Saint coolly.
“The great actor, too. Going to be a big star. Have your name in lights. Women chasing you. Cheering crowds, an’ everything.”
“Not any more.”
“Whaddaya mean?”
“My job was with Ufferlitz. No more Ufferlitz — no more job. So I have to go back to detecting, and the crowds can cheer you again.”
Flane shook his head.
“Too bad.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Too bad, after you did such a swell job chiselling me out.”
“I didn’t chisel you out.”