“Why shouldn’t he? Look at all the publicity he can get out of us.”
“But it does seem like going a bit far.”
“What does?”
“Murdering Ufferlitz,” said the Saint, “so he could get you back.”
Neither of them spoke at once. Kendricks stood still in the middle of the room. Lazaroff carefully put down the bottle from which he had been pouring. The silence was quite noticeable.
“It’s a deep gag,” Kendricks said finally.
“Of course,” said the Saint imperturbably, “if it wasn’t so obvious that Sam Goldwyn must have bumped him off so he could get his two favorite writers back, some people might think the writers had done it to get free again.”
“Very deep,” said Lazaroff.
“The only thing I don’t get,” Simon said, “is why you thought it would be clever to hang it on me.”
“We what?”