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.Butthat won't be tomorrow.Meanwhile, I can't be in two places at once.And maybeyour father needs looking after too." He grinned."Don't bother about thoseprivate de-tectives.I'm sold if you'll still buy me."She laughed a little through uncertain lips."Are you very expensive?"Not if you buy your Peter Dawson wholesale.Now run along.And the samepassword applies.I'll be after you as soon as I'm through with this."He had her arm and he was taking her to the door."What was that telephone call?" she asked."And how do you know you're goingto be all right?""That's what I'm going to find out," he said."I won't be any help to youhiding in a cellar.But I'm firmly convinced that I was not destined to die InWashington.Not this week, anyhow.I'll see you soon, darling."She stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at him; and then, suddenly andPage 25 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlvery quickly, she kissed him.Then she was gone.Simon went into the bedroom, opened a suitcase, and took out an automaticalready nested in a spring holster.He slipped his arms through the harness,shrugged it into comfort, and went back into the living room and put his coaton again.It seemed like a slightly melodramatic routine; but the only reasonwhy Simon Templar had lived long enough to become a legend before he was alsoa name on a tombstone was that he had never been coy about taking slightlymelodramatic pre-cautions.And in the complex and sinful world where he hadspent most of his life, there were no guarantees that when an alluringfeminine voice invited itself in on the telephone there would be an alluringfeminine person on the doorstep when the doorbell next rang.He just had time to light another cigarette and freshen his drink before thatpotential crisis was with him.He opened the door with his left hand and swung it wide, standing well asideas he did so.But it was only a girl who matched the telephone voice who camein.He risked one arm to reach across the opening and draw the door shut behindher, and he quietly set the safety lock as he did so.After that, without the slightest relaxing of his vigilance, and still withthat steady pressure of ghostly bullets creeping over his flesh, he followedher into the living-room and sur-veyed her again in a little more detail.Shewas tall, and built with the kind of curvacious ripeness in which there ishardly a margin of a pound between perfection and excess.So far she was stillwithin the precarious safety of that narrow margin, so that her figure was astartling excitement to observe.Her face was classically beautiful in aflawless peach-skinned way.She had natural blonde hair and rather light blueeyes that gave her expression a kind of passionate vagueness."All right, darling," said the Saint."I'm in a hurry too, so we'll make iteasy.Who sent you and what am I supposed to fall for?"3Her face was blank and innocent."I don't quite understand.I was just told to get an interview ""Let's save a lot of time," said the Saint patiently."I know that you aren'tfrom the AP, and probably your name isn't Brown either but that's a minordetail.You can put on any act you like and talk from here to breakfast, butyou'll never get anywhere.So let's start from here."She regarded him quite calmly."You have very direct methods, haven't you?""Don't you think they cut the hell out of the overhead?"She glanced placidly around the room, and observed the potable supplies on theside table.He was aware that she didn't miss the half-empty glass thatMadeline Gray had left, either."I suppose you wouldn't like to offer me a drink."Without answering, he poured a highball and handed it to her."And a cigarette?"He gave her one and lighted it."Now," he remarked, "you've had plenty of time to work on your story, so itought to be good."She laughed."Since you're so clever you ought to be able to tell me.""Very likely I can." He lighted another cigarette for him-self."You areeither an Axis agent, a private crook, or a mildly enterprising nitwit.Youmay have fancier names for it, but it comes to the same thing.Once upon atime I'd have laid odds on the third possibility, but just recently I'vegotten a bit skeptical.""You make it sound awfully interesting.So what am I here for as an Axis agentor a private crook?"Page 26 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"That's a little more difficult.But I can think of the pos-sibilities.Youeither came here to eliminate me with or with-out outside cooperation or toget information of one kind or another.Of course, there are gentle angles onboth of those bright ideas, as well as the rough and noisy ones.We could stayup all night playing permutations and combinations
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