"I've talked things over with him," said the Saint, "and he's ready to do business. I've told him that we'll keep everything quiet — about Urivetzky being alive, and about those forged American short-term loan bearer bonds, and about Perez murdering Ingleston — all for forty thousand pounds cash. It seems fair enough to me if it's all right with the rest of you."
There was another silence for a second or two, and then Teal said in a different voice: "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes, darling," said the Saint. "I'm in his study now, and he's ready to hand over the money at once. There's only one condition. He knows that you know all about these things, and he wants you all to come over and sign an undertaking to keep your mouths shut as well as mine. I guess we'll have to agree to that."
"You want me to come over to 319 Cambridge Square?" said Teal slowly.
"Yes, Pat. At once. Quintana insists on it, and I can't argue with him."
"Shall I bring some help?"
"Yes, bring the others. He wants you all to sign. You needn't send your names in — they'll be expecting you. Will you come on over?"
"They've got a gun on you, I suppose," Teal said intelligently.
"That's the idea," said the Saint. "As quick as you can, darling. Bye."
He dropped the microphone back and pushed the telephone away with a smile of satisfaction.