When he found it, there was a trace of insecurity in his belligerence.
"Are you trying to tell me that that was just a bluff?"
"I'm trying to tell you."
"You really don't know anything yet?"
The Saint extinguished his cigarette, and shook another or out of the pack beside his hand.
"But," he said gently, "anyone who didn't know that might easily think it was time to get tough with me."
Fernack looked at him for a while from under intent but reluctant brows.
At last he said: "You're just using yourself for bait?"
"I love you, Henry. You're so clever."
"And if you get any nibbles?"