"You're a marvel," she said, and meant it.
"All this flattery," said the Saint, "is bad for my heart."
He picked up one of the newspapers that had come in with the tray, and read through the agony column carefully, without finding what he sought. He had no more luck with any of the others.
"He hasn't had time," said Jill.
Simon nodded.
"Tomorrow," he said, "for a fiver. Care to bet?"
They spent the day inside the Ritz, very lazily; but neither of them was inclined to take a risk at that moment. Meanwhile, Scotland Yard, lashed by the biting comments of Chief Inspector Teal, tore its hair and ransacked London, The Ritz, naturally, was never thought of; and Mr. and Mrs. Joseph M. Halliday never once set foot outside the hotel.
The advertisement appeared in The Times next morning. During the previous day they had amused themselves with speculating about the form it would take; and, as it happened, neither of them had come very near the mark.
INJUSTICE. — A great wrong may be put right if the Lady of Paris will meet one who is anxious to make restitution in exchange for forgiveness — THE LORD OF PARIS.
"It brings tears to my eyes," said the Saint.