“After all, it was a rather obvious precaution, to make sure that we had at least one friend in your camp.”
“The famous fifth-column technique, in fact.”
Julius almost giggled in happy agreement.
“And incidentally, Mr Templar, of course it makes one less of your men who will have to be convinced of how absurd the theories are which you have been scattering around.”
“I was working that out.”
“While it does make it easy for me to have a very important private talk with Miss Morland.”
The Saint’s gaze was a caress of ice.
“Dear Ludwig,” he said, very gently, “I hope you won’t be brutal with her. Because if you are, if I have to come back from the grave to do it, I swear that I’ll cut a hole in your stomach and pull your guts out inch by inch and roast them over a slow fire.”
Julius cocked his head on one side like a bird.
“You’re quite fond of her, aren’t you?”