Fernack said suspiciously: "What's this?"
"In just a few minutes, any bright bull who walks into my suite here will be able to pinch a couple of old-timers. Their names are Ricco Varetti and Cokey Walsh. They will be trying to steal a very handsome piece of luggage from me, and they might even be attempting some private unpleasantness on my person. You've got their records, no doubt."
"I know 'em both. But what've they got to do with—"
"You'll find out. Come on over and play some flagrante de-licto."
"I can't," Fernack said tormentedly. "I've got to go into court on another case in just a few minutes."
"Then send someone else."
"Is this on the level?"
"Word of honor."
After a second or two Fernack said: "I'll send Kestry and Bonacci. I think you've met them."
The Saint had met them. The acquaintance dated back to the first episode in which he had met Inspector Fernack, and it had been enlightening. The recollection drew his mouth down in a tight line that still did not embitter his eyes.