"I know you!"
"You're honoured," said the Saint affably.
"You're the gentleman who told me that funny story about that very flat the week before last, and got me the worst dressing down I ever 'ad from the divisional inspector!"
He did not call Simon a gentleman.
"Am I?" said the Saint.
"You'll come along with me to the station right now."
Simon turned to him with a bland smile.
"Why?"
"I shall take you into custody—"
"On what charge?"