"Take them out slowly."
Simon took out his case slowly, as he was ordered, and opened it.
"Can I offer you one?"
"We haven't got time."
"You're not going?"
"I'm afraid we've got to." Her acting was as light and polished as his own. "But you're coming with us."
The Saint was still for a moment, with the flame of his lighter burning without a quiver under the end of his cigarette. He drew the end of the cigarette to a bright red and extinguished the flame with a measured jet of smoke.
"But what about Algernon?" he said. "Are you sure he won't be jealous?"
"You're not coming as far as that. We've got to get back to your car, and we don't want any trouble. As long as your friend stays here and doesn't interfere we shan't have any trouble. I just want you to come down and see us off."
"You hear that, Hoppy?" said the Saint. "Any fancy work from you, and I get bumped off."