"You know you committed a felony?"
"By going on breathing?"
Dr. Zellermann raised his voice slightly. "By breaking into my office."
"Technically, I suppose I did," Simon confessed. "But I was sure you'd understand. After all, I was only applying your own pet philosophy. I felt like doing it, so I did."
"As the victim," Zellermann said, "I'm surely entitled to hear your reason."
The Saint grinned.
"Like the bear that came over the mountain, to see what I could see. Very interesting it was, too. Did Ferdinand Pairfield do your decorating?"
Dr. Zellermann's face was impassive.
"A philosophy, Mr. Templar, is one thing. Until the world adopts that philosophy, the law is something else. And under the present laws you are guilty of a crime."
"Aren't you sort of rubbing it in a bit, Ernst?" Simon protested mildly.