"Then get it," said the Saint shortly. "And don't come in here again bothering me until you've got it in your pocket. Goodnight."
He crossed the room and opened the door, and Teal, after a few seconds of frightful hesitation, passed out into the hall.
Simon opened the front door for him also; and there Teal paused on the threshold.
"You are a bright boy, Saint," said Teal somnolently. "Don't go to bed. I shall be back with that warrant inside two hours."
"Goodnight," said the Saint again, and closed the door in the detective's face.
He came back into the sitting room and found the girl putting her possessions into her bag.
"I heard," she said.
"In five minutes," said the Saint, "Teal will have a man outside this front door to watch the place while he goes off to get a warrant. Meanwhile—"
The shrill, sharp scream of a police whistle sounded in the street outside, and a little smile touched Simon Templar's mouth.
"At this moment," said the Saint, "he's standing on the steps blowing that whistle. He's not taking any chances. He's not going to look for a man — he's going to wait till a man comes to him. He's going to make quite sure that whoever's in here isn't going to slip out behind his back. And the person they want to find here is you."