"Please don't let the Angels pester the innocent gentleman with the criminal voice. He doesn't know me from Adam, and probably never will. I warned you I had moments of extreme cunning, didn't I?"
She hung up the receiver thoughtfully, ignoring Weald's splutter of questions.
The musician below, a man inspired, was repeating the last verse with increased fervour — perhaps as a consolation to himself for having been deprived of the middle one.
"Bee goooooda-da, sweet maaid-da,
and-da let whoo caan-na be cle-e-e-ev-ah…"
The girl stood by the window, and something like a smile touched her lips. "A humorist!" she said. Then the smile was gone altogether. "Second round to Simon Templar," she said softly. "And now, I think, we start!"
Chapter II
How Simon Templar was disturbed,
and there was further badinage in Belgrave street