"Why didn't you get me on the telephone?" he asked harshly. "Isn't that what it's here for?"
"The exchange told me that the trunk line was out of order," said Jill quietly. "And don't talk to me like that. I don't like it."
Donnell faced her cold gaze three seconds and then dropped his eyes.
"No offense," he muttered.
"Forget it," said the girl briskly. "We've got about three or four minutes, I should say, before Templar turns up. I'd like him to have a welcome. He'll be alone — I'm certain of that. What can you do about it?"
"There are half a dozen of the boys downstairs."
"Can you stop him getting in?"
Donnell grinned.
"I could stop an army," he bragged.
"Can you stop the Saint?"