Simon coughed discreetly.
“Angelo is in charge,” he said, “and I’m going to turn in.”
“What, so soon?” pouted Esther. “Let’s all have another drink first. I know, let’s have a game of strip poker.”
“I’m sorry,” said the Saint. “I’m not so young as I was this afternoon. I’m going to get some sleep.”
“I thought you were supposed to be a bodyguard,” said Ginny.
The Saint smiled.
“I am, darling. I guard Freddie’s body.”
“Freddie’s passed out. You ought to keep us company.”
“It’s all so silly,” Lissa said. “I’m not scared. We haven’t anything to be afraid of. Even if that note was serious, it’s Freddie they’re after. Nobody’s going to do anything to us.”
“How do you know they won’t get into the wrong room?” Esther objected.