The Saint Meets His Match

by Charteris Leslie

"Carefully?"

"Yes."

"You can't have done," said the Saint. "If you had, you'd have realized what we got away with."

Cullis laughed.

"You didn't have a chance to get away with anything. I came into the room just as she got the secret panel open, and she didn't go back again."

"I know she didn't go back," said the Saint, swaying gently on his toes. "But I did."

"You?"

"Me. Of course, you didn't realize I was there. But I was — impersonating a rhododendron in the middle distance. When you followed Jill outside and shot after her as she went across the lawn, I slipped in through the window, took what I wanted, and slipped out again."

Cullis's eyes gleamed.

"And what did you take?"