"There is no telephone."
"Then how did you send that telegram?"
"That was a bit of luck. I picked them up in Guildford and heard them give the address to a taxi driver at the station. So I waited to send off that wire before I followed along here… Listen!"
Cullis listened and heard, inside the locked room, the rasp and tinkle of metal.
"They're still trying to break through those bars," said the chief commissioner, "but I don't think they'll get out that way in a hurry."
Cullis pulled out his cigarette case.
"How did it all happen?" he asked.
"I got a squeal. It came from a man named Pinky Budd, who was one of the old Angels. He came up to my house last night and said he'd run into Trelawney at Guildford. He was hard up, and tried to get some money out of her, but she gave him the air. Budd felt nastier and nastier about that all the way home, and when he got to London he'd made up his mind to squeal. But when he found me all he could say was that he'd gathered that Trelawney and the Saint were living near Guildford, and also that they were coming up to town on a rush visit today. So I went down to Guildford and spent half the day in the station watching all the trains until they arrived."
"Without a word to anyone?"
"There's been too much inefficiency on this case already. I forget how many times that man Templar has slipped the men who are always supposed to be watching him. I was getting a bit tired of it, and when this squeal came through I made up my mind to settle the thing myself."