"You visited Mrs. Gerald Meldon and James Prather," Zellermann continued. "Theirs were two of the three names on my appointment pad. It follows that you also visited Foley. It was obviously you who telephoned the police — the phrasing of the message fits your psychological pattern exactly. Foley was dead when you left. The police are looking for a murderer. I knew that my office had been entered, of course, because someone answered the telephone when no one should have been there. I suspected that that 'someone' was you; and the rest followed. It was only necessary to have you confirm my deductions yourself."
The Saint's smile held a wholly irrational delight.
"I see," he said softly. "You know, Ernst, my esteem for you has raised itself by its mouldy bootstraps. I bow to you. From now on, life will have a keener edge."
"Life, if any, Templar. In spite of what you read in the papers, murderers frequently do go to the chair."
"Not this one, dear old wizard." The Saint turned to Spaniel-Eyes. "Shall we begin our invasion of Sing Sing?"
"Yerk, yerk," Spaniel Eyes said.
As the Saint got to his feet, Avalon stood beside him. He looked into her dark eyes deeply and ironically. Her gaze didn't waver.
"I didn't," she whispered. "I didn't."
Simon kissed her lightly.
"Be a good girl. Don't forget to eat your vitamins."