“That’s nice. But afterwards—”
“Then you were on the phone.”
“You must have been in an awful hurry.”
“If you wanted to see me, you knew where to find me. I–I was hoping you would.”
The Saint lighted her a cigarette, and one for himself. He watched the smoke drifting away, and said, “April, what do you think about Ufferlitz getting bumped off?”
“I haven’t thought much,” she said. “It’s just something that happened. He might have caught pneumonia jumping out of a warm bed.”
“Doesn’t it make any difference to you professionally?”
“Not very much. I told you I was under contract to Jack Groom. He gets half of what he can sell me for, after he’s reimbursed himself for what he’s paid me when I haven’t been working. So he’ll get me another job, just to make his half good.”
“He sort of hinted to me,” Simon said, “that Ufferlitz’s backers might give him Ufferlitz’s job. Then I suppose he might be able to make a better deal for both of you.”
“He might be.”