He walked calmly past her into the room, and sat down in the best chair. As an afterthought, he removed his hat.
The girl followed him in.
"Is your posse outside again?"
"I wonder?" said the Saint. "Why don't you go out and ask? You don't know where you are just now, do you? One time I tell you I haven't a posse, and I haven't. Another time I tell you I have a posse and I haven't. Now suppose I tell you I haven't a posse you'll know I have, won't you?"
She shrugged and took a cigarette from a silver box. Then she offered the box to him.
"Have one?"
"Not with you, darling."
"Did I hear you say 'No, thanks'?"
"Er — no, I don't think so," said the Saint seriously. "Did you?"
With the smoke trickling through her lips the girl looked at him.