"I was chief salesman of a general manufacturer in the Midlands."
Teal concluded the interview soon afterwards without securing any further revelations, shook hands perfunctorily with the two men, and ushered them out. When he came back he looked down at the Saint like a cannibal inspecting the latest missionary.
"Why don't you join the force yourself?" he inquired heavily. "The new Police College is open now, and the Commissioner's supposed to be looking for men like you."
Simon took the sally like an armoured car taking a snowball. He was sitting up on the edge of his chair with his blue eyes glinting with excitement.
"You big sap," he retorted, "do you look as if the Police College could teach anyone to solve a murder?"
Teal gulped as if he couldn't believe his ears, He took hold of the arms of his chair and spoke with an apoplectic restraint, as if he were conscientiously determined to give the Saint every fair chance to recover his sanity before he rang down for the bugs wagon.
"What murder are you talking about?" he demanded. "Enstone shot himself."
"Yes, Enstone shot himself," said the Saint. "But it was murder just the same."
"Have you been drinking something?"
"No. But Enstone had."