Port Arthur Jones met him as he stepped out of the elevator.
"Mawnin', Mistah Templah, sah. Ah been waitin' for you. One of them gennelmen you was askin' about is sittin' in the co'nah of the lobby."
"I know," said the Saint. "His name is Yard. He's worried about me."
The bellboy's grin shrank in from between his ears so abruptly that Simon was sorry for him.
He said: "Never mind, Po't Arthur. Here's five dollars anyway. Keep up the counter-espionage."
The negro beamed again.
"Yassah, thank you, sah. And there was somethin' else—"
"What?"
"Another gennelman was nosin' around this mawnin', askin' questions about you. He didn't give no name, and Ah never saw him befo'."
"Was he tall and thin, with gray-blond hair cut very short?"