"What other evidence?"
"Duodecimo's, for instance. He has a little story to tell of his very own which ought to cause quite a sensation."
Cullis sneered.
"A crook lying to save his skin! Do you think that his word will have any weight? With a reputation like his—"
"Oh, but he hasn't got to rely on his reputation alone, comrade. There is a very important bit of corroborative what's it, or circumstantial how's-your-father."
"And what might that be?"
"I'll tell you that later," said the Saint, "if you remind me. But for the present I'm just fascinated to hear what fairy tale you think you're going to tell about that fiver."
"Do you really think you'll be able to use that against me?"
"I do."
"Let me tell you," said Cullis, "that you're going to be disappointed. There's one thing you seem to have forgotten, but I remember it quite well. Waldstein himself, under the name of Stephen Weald, was at one time a member of Trelawney's precious gang. Did you know that?"