"And you remember my answer?"
"Not word for word, but—"
"I refused."
Teal nodded.
"I've thought, since, that perhaps that was one of the kindest things you ever did for me," he said.
The Saint smiled.
"Then I want you to take a deep breath and hold on to your socks, Claud Eustace, old okapi," he murmured, and the detective looked up.
"You want to try it?".
Simon nodded.
"Just lately," he said, "I've been feeling an awful urge towards that little den of yours on the Embankment. I believe I was really born to be a policeman. As the scourge of ungodliness, I should be ten times more deadly with an official position. And there's one particular case on hand at the moment which is only waiting for a bloke like me to knock the hell out of it. Teal, wouldn't you like to call me 'Sir'?"