"Simon, you're not only a darling — you're a bright boy."
"Just what Teal said," murmured the Saint. "Sleep well, Jill — and don't worry."
He left her there, and went and opened the front door.
The constable outside turned round alertly.
"Officer!" said the Saint anxiously.
He looked amazingly respectable; and the policeman relaxed.
"Yes, sir?"
"There seems to be something funny going on in the fiat below me—"
The constable came up the steps.
"Which floor are you on, sir?"