"Very near here. He meet me last night and say he has work for me. This morning I meet him again, he bring me along here, and he tell me to wait outside while he go in, and then we go off together and he tell me what it is to do. Then we get a little way from here, and a man recognize him in the street and say 'I want you.' "
The visitor waved his arms expressively.
"And Mr. Templar told you to come here?"
"Oh, no. But he look at me, and I know what to do."
She understood. The Saint could not have said anything before the police without giving her away. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I am Duodecimo Gugliemi," said the little man dramatically. "Now I tell you. Meester Templar, he get in a taxicab with the detective, and I get in another taxicab and I follow. Then a piece of paper come out of the taxi-cab window, and I stop my taxicab and pick it up. Here it is."
He flourished a muddy scrap of paper, and she took it from him and deciphered the smudged scrawl:
Wait in car outside Scotland Yard ten o'clock. S.
"Why didn't you come before?" she snapped. "If this was only just after he left here—"
"I had to get a car. It is outside now. A friend of mine is driver. Meester Templar, he know my friend also."