Simon sat like a rock.
"You've found some courage since then," he remarked, in a voice of steel and granite. "Been taking pink pills or something?"
Then the girl stepped between them.
"That'll do," she said curtly. "Weald, go and get your coat. Pinky, you and Dyson can carry Templar downstairs."
"So it's to be the cellar and the hose pipe, is it?" drawled the Saint, unimpressed.
"Just the cellar, for the present," she answered coolly. "I'll decide what else is to be done with you when I come back."
" If. If you come back," said the Saint indulgently.
2
Simon lay in the cellar where he had been carelessly dropped, and meditated his position by the light of the single dusty globe which provided the sole illumination in the place. Having dropped him there, Budd and Dyson departed, but the hope that they might have gone for good, thereby leaving him to try all the tricks of escape he knew upon the ropes with which he had been tied, was soon dispelled. They returned in a few moments, Budd carrying a table and Dyson a couple of chairs. Then they closed the door and sat down.
Clearly, the watch was intended to be a close one. Budd took a pack of greasy cards from his pocket, and the two men settled down to a game.