"Have you come on business this time?" she inquired. "Or is this just another part of the official persecution?"
"Partly on business, partly on pleasure," said Simon, unabashed. "Which will you have first?"
"The business, please."
"It's a pleasure," said the Saint accommodatingly. "I've come to do you a good turn, Jill."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, that is so. Oh, yeah? Yeah. Ses you? Ses me. In fact, yes… I want to warn you. A dark man is going to cross your path. Beware of him. His name is Slinky Dyson."
The name roused no more response than a flicker of her eyelids.
"What about him?"
"He is a police spy," said the Saint solemnly. "I have been able to buy him over. In return for a cash reward he is going to try to join your gang and give me all the information about you that he can get hold of. So, whatever happens, don't be taken in by him."
She read with glittering eyes the dancing devil of amusement behind his expressionlessness.