"If he was still alive when you found him… Did he say anything else?"
The Saint smiled with a soft edge of mockery.
"Yes, he said other things. But why should you be so interested?"
"But naturally, because I knew him. He was to have come to my house for cocktails this afternoon."
"Was he really?" said the Saint gently. "You know, I can think of one man in this town who'd be quite excited to hear that."
Her dark gaze was full of innocence.
"You mean Lieutenant Kinglake?" she said calmly. "But he has heard it. He's already talked to me tonight."
Simon took a gulp of his drink.
"And that's how you got my name right?"
"Of course. He asked me about you. But I couldn't tell him anything except what I've read in the papers."