The Saint Sees it Through

by Charteris Leslie

"This your first visit?"

"Yus, ma'm."

"Call me Cookie. Everyone does."

"Yus, ma'm."

"I bet it wont' be his last," Hogan said. "Eh, Tom?"

"Not arf it won't," said the Saint. "If you'll 'ave me. But I dunno as I'll 'ave a lot more charnces on this trip."

Cookie took out a pack of cigarettes, offered them, and lit one for herself. She looked at the Saint again.

"Aren't you staying long?" she asked conversationally.

"Naow. Back on board by supper-time on Tuesday, them's the orders — an' we only drops the 'ook yesterdye. Be a s'ilor an' see the world — I don't think."

"That's too bad."