He was as good as his word. It was almost exactly an hour later when she heard his key in the lock, and the next moment he walked in, as calm and unperturbed as if nothing of any interest whatever had happened that evening.
By that time she had collected her wits, and she was ready for him.
"Did you have a good talk?" she inquired.
"Charming," said the Saint, stretching himself out on the sofa and lighting a cigarette. "What about a brace of those kippers I brought in this morning? My respectable friend gave me a slap-up dinner, but I've still got room for some good plain food."
"What did you talk to Gugliemi about?" she persisted.
"About Judas Iscariot."
"Don't be funny."
"But I'm dead serious, Jill. In that famous name you have the whole conversation in a nutshell. He didn't take much persuading, either, and we parted bosom friends."
"Do you mind giving me some straight talk? What's this game you're playing now?"
Simon grinned.