So they all climbed into the Saint's cab. As Simon followed them into the interior, he glanced upward. He saw peering from a window the face of James Prather.
4
The first thing the Saint noticed, when he was seated in the jump seat — so he could watch through the rear window to see if they were being followed — was that Sam Jeffries had drawn from his pocket a snub-nosed revolver and pointed it unwaveringly at the vitals of Simon Templar.
"My goodness," the Saint ejaculated mildly.
The revolver was held so that Avalon couldn't see it. She elevated exciting eyebrows. The Saint looked at her, then at Sam Jeffries. He shrugged. "The meter," he said, gesturing at his back. "It clicks and clicks."
The revolver seemed to waggle approbation.
Sam Jeffries eyed Simon for a long time.
"You're quite a guy, ain't you, bud?"
Simon shrugged.
"Oh — I wouldn't go that far."