"I did."
"Did you have an appointment?"
"Did I say I had? Jill, I won't be cross-examined. You must keep that for your American boy friend, when you've hooked him. I had to see a man in Camden Town about a second-hand Pomeranian, and he sold me a pup. How's that?"
Jill smiled again. Then she pointed to a litter of newspapers on a side table.
"This is the first I've heard about that Records Office affair," she said, "and I'll swear the rest of the world is as much in the dark as I am."
"It is — mostly."
"Then how do you know anything about it?"
"I have secret sources of information," said the Saint.
He yawned monstrously. His head settled lazily back against a cushion, and his eyes closed.
Jill looked at him for a few seconds. Then—