"Oh, yes. And when were you married?"
"Not yet. The tense is future."
The detective closed his eyes again.
"So that's your story, is it?"
"And a darn good story it is, too," said Simon Templar complacently.
"And what about this new home of yours?"
"Since when has it been illegal for a respectable citizen to have a second establishment — or even an alias?.. But I wouldn't mind knowing how you located it so quickly, all the same."
"I've known about it for months," said the detective sleepily. "When I drew blank at Upper Berkeley Mews, I came straight here."
The Saint laughed.
"And then you go straight home again. Teal, that's too bad!.. But you ought to have known better, honey, really you ought. Now, are you going to take Uncle's advice and have a glass of barley water before you go, or do you want to argue some more?"