"You never want much, do you?"
"I don't like you to feel left out."
"You're not leaving out the beautiful swooning siren, of course."
"In this case, she's a blonde."
"You must like variety," Hamilton sighed. "How much longer are you expecting to take?"
"Depending on what you can dig up about the Three Neros, and what breaks tonight," said the Saint, "maybe not long. Don't go to bed too early, anyhow."
Which left him laughing inwardly at the breath-taking dimensions of his own bravado. And yet it has already been recorded in many of these chronicles that some of the Saint's tensest climaxes had often been brewing when those almost prophetic undercurrents of swashbuckling extravagance danced in his arteries…
Olga Ivanovitch was waiting in the lobby when he came downstairs again.
"I'm sorry," he said. "There was a letter I had to answer."
"Nitcbevo," she said in her low warm memorable voice. "I was late myself, and we have plenty of time."