Flane steadied himself against Simon’s lapels.
“How many other people did he tell?”
“Quite a lot. More than you could take care of now... You’re all washed up, brother. If Condor hasn’t found you yet, you’d better get ready for him. You’re going to make the best headlines of your career.”
“Yeah?... My pal!”
“Not your pal,” said the Saint, “since you tried to hang the rap on me by sending me that note.”
Flane blinked at him.
“What note?”
“The note you sent to put me on the spot.”
“I didn’t send you any note.”
“Your memory needs a lot of reminding, doesn’t it? But you’re not helping yourself a bit. You had it all—”