"Well, what do you want?" Teal asked nastily.
"I'm okay," said the Saint. "Can I speak to Patricia?"
"She's not here."
Simon took a pull at his cigarette.
"Oh, hullo, Pat," he said. "How are you?"
"I tell you she isn't here," yowled the detective. "Why should she be? I've got enough to do—"
"I'm fine, darling," said the Saint. "I'm with Quintana now."
"Who?"
"Luis Quintana… at 319 Cambridge Square."
"Look here," Teal said cholerically, "if this is another of your ideas of a joke—"