"Yes," she said, "I will. But what are you getting at?"
The Saint grinned.
"Then hold on," he said, "because your faith in my word is going to get a shock."
He slipped a hand into his breast pocket and brought it out with a heavy envelope.
"Take a look. No charge for inspection."
She turned the envelope over. It was not sealed. Turning back the flap, she drew out a thick bundle of papers and unfolded them.
At the sight of the first one, her face changed. Then she glanced rapidly through the rest. She turned to the Saint with a frown on her eyebrows and a half-smile on her lips.
"You — blighter!"
"I told you your faith would take a toss."
"But why not tell me right away?"