"This being Friday," Simon said, "what do you say we go calling on people after we have brunched together, and then let the rest of the day take care of itself?"
"That scrambling sound," she said, "is eggs in my kitchen. So hurry."
"Thirty minutes," said the Saint, and hung up.
He had never needed thirty minutes to shave, shower, and dress, but he needed to make a call.
Hamilton said: "What kind of a jam are you in this time?"
"If you can get anything on one Gamaliel Bradford Foley," the Saint said, "it might be useful. I'd do it myself, but you. can do it faster, and I expect to be sort of busy on other things."
"What sort of things?"
"I'm going to read the papers, and take my girl calling."
"The same girl?"
"But definitely," said the Saint.