“Well, now we can relax,” said Esther, and moved her chair closer to the Saint.
“I think we’d better get him home,” Lissa said.
It seemed like a moderately sound idea, since the head waiter and the proprietor were advancing towards the scene with professional restraint.
Simon helped to hoist Freddie up, and they got him out to the car without waking him. The Saint drove them back to the house, and the lights went up as they stopped at the door. The Filipino boy came out and helped phlegmatically with the disembarcation. He didn’t show either surprise or disapproval. Apparently such homecomings were perfectly normal events in his experience.
Between them they carried the sleeper to his room and laid him on the bed.
“Okay,” said the boy. “I take care of him now.”
He began to work Freddie expertly out of his coat.
“You seem to have the touch,” said the Saint. “How long have you been in this job?”
“’Bout six months. He’s all right. You leave him to me, sir. I put him to bed.”
“What’s your name?”