He strolled down the stairs, humming a little tune.
No one attempted to stop him. The hall was deserted. He let himself out and sauntered down Belgrave Street, swinging his stick.
As a bluffing interview it had not borne the fruit he had hoped for. Since their first encounters, the girl had recovered a great deal of the poise and self-control that his studied impudence had at first been able to flurry her into losing. On that occasion she had given nothing away of importance — only that she had an interest in Waldstein. This was perhaps one interest that Simon Templar shared with her wholeheartedly.
Chapter III
How Simon Templar made a slight error,
and Pinky Budd made a big one
1
Two days later, Simon Templar went unostentatiously to a certain public house in Aldgate. He was not noticed, for he had made some subtle alterations to his appearance and bearing. One man, however, recognized him, and they moved over to a quiet corner of the bar.
"Have they been in touch with you again?" was the Saint's immediate question.
Mr. Dyson nodded.