The Saint rubbed his chin.
"I'd like to do that first. But will George here let me out when I come down again?"
"Of course." Raul turned to the timekeeper. "Please let Mr Templar out whenever he's ready." He turned back to the Saint with a flourish. "Is there anything else I can do?"
Simon grinned as he strolled back towards the service lift.
"You've done plenty already, Raul," he said. "As it is, I expect you've broken all the regulations in the joint, and Mr Case will probably fire you."
The maitre d'hotel shrugged cheerfully.
"Regulations are for everybody else, but not for the Saint." He said to the elevator operator: "Take Mr Templar upstairs and bring him down again any time he wants to come." He smiled at the Saint with the happy magnificence of a mayor who has just bestowed the keys of his city, and said with charming impersonality: "Do you wish to leave any message?"
Simon shook his head.
"Just stay out of trouble and pretend you didn't see me go."
"But I won't have seen you go, Mr Templar," said Raul. "I won't look."