"Have you been sitting up reading a detective story, and then come round to work off some of the jokes on me?" he demanded.
"Up late last night, weren't you?"
"No," said the Saint. "Up early this morning."
"Enjoy yourself in Hampstead?"
Simon wrinkled his brow.
"I believe I've heard of that place before," he said. "Doesn't one of the buses go there, or something?"
Teal chewed stolidly.
"I know roughly what time you got back here," he said, "because I was able to find that out at Rochester Row. I also know what time somebody not quite unknown was busting Mr. Cullis's desk. There were fresh footprints in one flower bed and the same footprints over that patch of building land at the back. It's rather a distinctive kind of mud on that bit of building land. Funny I should have seen the same kind of mud on the floor boards of your car. I went to the garage this morning before I called in here, just to have a look."
The Saint smiled.
"Did Cullis see the man who bust his desk?"