"Are you staying to tea again?" she asked sweetly.
"Before I've finished," said Simon, "I expect you'll be wanting me to stay the week."
"Come in."
"Thanks. I will. Aren't we getting polite?"
He went through.
In the sitting room he found Weald and Budd, as he had expected to find them, though they had not been exposed to the field of view which he had from the landing through the open door.
"Hullo, Weald! And are you looking for Waldstein, too?"
Weald's sallow face went a shade paler, but he did not answer at once. The Saint's mocking gaze shifted to Budd.
"Been doing any more fighting lately, Pinky? I heard that some tough guy beat up a couple of little boys in Shoreditch the other night, and I thought of you at once."
Pinky's fists clenched.