The Saint Meets His Match

by Charteris Leslie

"Simon Templar," said Teal, "I arrest you on a charge of— "

"Let's see it on the warrant."

"Which warrant?"

The Saint grinned.

"The warrant for my arrest," he said.

"I haven't got a warrant."

"I guessed that. And how are you going to arrest me without a warrant?"

"I can take you into custody—"

"You can't," said the Saint pleasantly. "I'm behaving myself. I'm in my own flat, just about to go to bed like any respectable citizen. There's nothing you can accuse me of. What you're doing, Teal, is to put up a very thin bluff, and I'm calling the bluff. Laugh that off."

Teal closed his eyes.