The Saint Sees it Through

by Charteris Leslie

"My God, you talk in that style! Don't you find it nauseating?"

"I quit," Simon said. "But could I ask you a few questions, Mrs. Meldon? We've picked some possible subjects from the professional standpoint, and it's my job to find out what their patients think of. them."

"Why pick on me?"

"You're a patient of Dr. Zellermann's?".

"Well — uh, yes."

The Saint filed her hesitation away for future reference.

"How do you like him?" he asked.

"He's rather colossal, in a nauseating way."

"So? I should think a feeling of that sort would hamper the — er — rapport between doctor and patient."

"Oh, it does," she said, "no end. He wishes I'd like him. A phony, he."