And the Saint smiled again, rocking gently on his heels.
"Thank you," he said, "for admitting that you have got the other notes."
"And suppose I admit it," said Cullis calmly. "You've still got to answer my question. Who's going to make that search — and prove anything?"
"I might arrange it," said the Saint. And he said it so quietly and naturally that it was hard to read any blind bluff into the words.
Cullis looked closely at him, and a little pulse began to beat in Cullis's forehead.
"There's something funny about you, Simon Templar—"
"We are amused," said the Saint politely.
"But perhaps," said Cullis, "even you couldn't have prophesied what was going to happen to you when you'd told me that story."
"Tell me."
"You're a dangerous criminal, and your accomplice is wanted for murder. Seeing that the game's up, you're going to make one last desperate effort to beat me and get away. And in self-defense I shall have to shoot you—"