The Saint Meets His Match

by Charteris Leslie

"He did.". "Is he certain he could identify him?"

"Fairly certain."

"Then," said the Saint, "you might fetch him along and ask him to identify me."

Teal shook his head.

"Oh, no," he said. "Yours weren't the only footprints. And the other set of footprints are the ones which Mr. Cullis can identify."

Simon raised Saintly eyebrows.

"Then why bother me?"

"I just had an idea."

"Headlines in the Daily Scream," murmured the Saint irreverently, " 'Scotland Yard a Hive of First-class Brains!' But you must take care you don't get too many of these ideas, Claud. I don't know how far your skull will stretch, but I shouldn't think it would hold more than two at a time… Now is that all you've got to say, or do you want to charge me with anything?"

"Not yet," said Teal. "I just wanted to see whether I was right or not."