"Dat goes for me, too, boss," contributed Mr Uniatz, who had clearly understood every word of the Saint's last terse sentence.
Mr Teal's lips thinned out.
"Oh, you don't know what the hell I'm talking about?" he barked. "Are you going to deny that you were in the Dorchester Grill an hour ago?"
"Why should I deny it? I lunched there."
"And you spoke to Miss Beatrice Avery?"
"We had a few brief words, yes. Of course I suppose that was very wicked of me, because we hadn't been introduced—"
"You took a package from her."
"No."
"You deny taking a package from her?" shouted Mr Teal.
"I do. She thrust the package into my hand and breezed off before I could even examine it—"