"Nobody. It was something I thought up in my bath."
"If there is anything in this black market story, it's being taken care of—"
"I know. By the proper authorities. How often have I heard that sweet old phrase before?"
"There are proper authorities to take care of anything like that," Fernack said religiously.
Simon nodded with speculative respect.
"Who?"
It was a little pathetic to see Fernack suffer. He ran a finger around under his collar and floundered in the awful pain of a frustrated mastodon.
"Well, the — the different agencies involved. "We're all working with them—"
"That's fine," said the Saint approvingly. "So while we're all clumping around on our great flat feet, I thought I'd stick my little oar in and see what I could do to help."
"How do you think you're helping by trying to make a monkey out of everyone else?"