She obliterated their forthcoming adventure until the evening. Until after dinner; when she smiled at him across the table and his cigarette case, and said: "Saint, it's very nice of you to be coming with me."
"Very nice of you to be come with," said the Saint politely.
He offered her a match; but for a moment she looked past it.
"Does the idea of being an accessory to another murder attract you?" she asked.
"Tremendously," said the Saint.
"It will probably come to that, you know."
"I've always enjoyed a good murder."
She touched her waist. He knew what she carried there, under her coat. Since the night before, he had inspected the weapon again, with a professional eye.
"Have you got a gun?" she asked him.
"Don't care for 'em," he said. "Nasty, noisy things. Dangerous, too. Might go off."