He looked perfectly steadily into her eyes, and with perfect deliberation he tore the card into sixteen pieces and let them trickle through his fingers to the floor of the car.
"Your nerves are good, Templar!" she said through her teeth.
He appeared to consider the suggestion quite seriously.
"They've never troubled me. But that didn't require nerves. Another time I shall be more careful. This time, you hadn't had long enough to muster up the resolution to shoot. It wants a good bit of resolution to kill your first man in cold blood. But when you've thought it over… Yes, I think I shall be careful next time."
"You'd better!" snarled Weald shakily.
The Saint noticed his existence.
"You spoke?"
"I said you'd better be careful — next time!"
"Did you?" drawled the Saint.
He disappeared from the window, but the illusion that he had gone was soon dispelled. The door opened, and Simon Templar stood with one foot on the running board.