“You’d burgle it?” Mrs Upwater said.
“I think you knew all along,” said the Saint gently, “that I would.”
Mrs Upwater began to cry.
“You can’t do that,” Mr Upwater protested. “That’s robbery!”
“To take back your own property?”
“But if you got caught—”
“If I only take the Angel’s Eye, which Jonkheer isn’t supposed to have anyway, how is he going to phrase his squawk?”
Mr Upwater clutched his wife’s hand, staring at the Saint with a pathetic sort of devotion.
“I never thought I’d find myself siding with anyone about breaking the law,” he said. “But you’re right, Mr Templar — Jonkheer’s got us by the short hairs, and the only way we can ever get even is to steal the diamond back, just about the same way that he got it. Only I could never’ve thought of it myself, and it beats me why you’d take a chance like that to help a total stranger.”
Simon lighted a cigarette.