"I think it's rather clever," said the Saint soberly. He put the toy down, and blinked at Fowler. "Does it belong to one of the children?"
"Mr. Enstone brought it home with him this evening, sir, to give to Miss Annabel tomorrow," said the valet. "He was always picking up things like that. He was a very devoted father, sir."
Mr. Teal chewed for,a moment; and then he said: "Have you finished? I'm going home."
Simon nodded pacifically, and accompanied him to the lift. As they went down he asked: "Did you find anything?"
Teal blinked.
"What did you expect me to find?"
"I thought the police were always believed to have a Clue," murmured the Saint innocently.
"Enstone committed suicide," said Teal flatly. "What sort of clues do you want?"
"Why did he commit suicide?" asked the Saint, almost childishly.
Teal ruminated meditatively for a while, without answering. If anyone else had started such a discussion he would have been openly derisive. The same impulse was stirring him then; but he restrained himself. He knew Simon Templar's wicked sense of humour, but he also knew that sometimes the Saint was most worth listening to when he sounded most absurd.