"No more than the average successful policeman."
"No name you can remember hearing him mention?"
Cullis tugged at an iron-grey moustache.
"Heavens! I don't know!"
"No one of the name of — Essenden?"
It was a shot in the dark, but it creased two additional wrinkles into the assistant commissioner's lined forehead.
"What made you think of that?" he asked.
"I didn't," said the Saint. "It just fell out of the blue. But Jill was on her way to Essenden's when I first met her, and that was the first time the Angels have been seen out before an arrest. Get me?"
"But they were there to cover Dyson. Surely it's reasonable for them to have realized that it's easier to prevent a man being arrested than to get him away after the arrest?"
Simon nodded.