"Someone's certainly interested in you," he remarked.
"I've told you that before," said Essenden peevishly. "But you never do anything about it."
"I've offered you police protection."
"I've had police protection, and one of your men was on guard outside my house the night I found a man breaking open my desk. That's all your police protection is worth!"
Cullis tugged at his moustache.
"Still," he said, "there's nothing to connect the Saint with that burglary, any more than there's anything to connect either him or Trelawney with your — er — accident in Paris."
Essenden fumbled in his pocket and produced a sheet of paper. He laid it on the desk beneath Cullis's eyes.
"What about that?" he asked.
Cullis looked at a little drawing that was already familiar to him — a childish sketch of a little skeleton man with a symbolical halo woven round his head. But beside this figure there was another such as neither Cullis nor Teal had ever seen before in that context — a figure that wore a skirt and had no halo. And under these drawings were three words: "April the First."
"What about that?" asked Essenden again.