"Boss," said Mr Uniatz lucidly, "de skoit."
"What about her?" asked the Saint.
"She didn't look to me like she had no bottles in her braseer."
"She hadn't."
"Den why—"
"We're giving her a rest, Hoppy. This is another guy we're going to see."
"Oh, a guy," said Mr Uniatz darkly. "Den how come he's wearin' a—"
"He's funny that way," said the Saint hastily. "Now let's have a look at the lie of the land."
He led the way over to the Hirondel and spread out a large-scale ordnance map under the dashboard light. Gad Cliff House was plainly marked on it, standing in about three acres of ground bordered on one side by the cliff itself and approached by a narrow lane from the road that ran over the high ground parallel with the coast.
"That's plain enough," said the Saint after a brief examination of the plan. "But what arc the snags?"