"I have not so much money in England," he said.
"You have a lot more than that in England," answered the other Naccaro harshly. "It is deposited in the City and Continental Bank under the name of Pierre Fontanne; and we have a cheque on that bank made out ready for you. All we require is your signature and a letter in your own hand instructing the bank to pay cash. Be quick and make up your mind, now — we are losing patience."
It was inevitable that there should be further argument on the subject, but the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
The cheque was signed and the letter was written; and Domenick Naccaro handed them over to his brother.
"Now you will let me go," said Rolfieri.
"We will let you go when Alessandro returns with the money," said Domenick Naccaro. "Until then, you stay here. Maria will look after you while I go back to the farm and detain Templar."
The Saint did not need to hear any more. He went back to the kitchen with soundless speed, and let himself out of the window by which he had entered. But before he left he picked up a trophy from a shelf over the sink.
Domenick Naccaro reached the farmhouse shortly after him, and found the Saint reading a newspaper.
"Rolfieri has-a marry Maria," he announced triumphantly, and kissed the Saint on both cheeks. "So after all I keep-a da secret of my leedle trick wis-a da soap. But everyting we owe to you, my friend!"
"I guess you do," Simon admitted. "Where are the happy couple?"