The Saint Meets His Match (She was a Lady)

Two days later, Simon Templar went unostentatiously to a certain public house in Aldgate. He was not noticed, for he had made some subtle alterations to his appear­ance and bearing. One man, however, recognized him, and they moved over to a quiet corner of the bar.

"Have they been in touch with you again?" was the Saint's immediate question.

Mr. Dyson nodded.

His right eye was still disfigured by a swollen black-and-blue bruise. Mr. Dyson, thinking it over subsequently, had decided that ten pounds was an inadequate compensation for the injury, but it was too late to reopen that discussion.     

"They sent for me yesterday," he said. "I went at once, and they gave me a very good welcome."

"Did you drink it?" asked the Saint interestedly.

"They've definitely taken me on."

"And the news?"

"It was like this ..."

Simon listened to a long recital which told him nothing at all of any value, and departed a pound poorer than he had been when he came. It was the highest value he could place upon Mr. Dyson's first budget of information, and Slinky's aggrieved pleading made no impression upon the Saint at all."

He got back to the Yard to hear some real news.

"Your Angels have been out again while you weren't watching them," said Cullis, as soon as the Saint had answered his summons. "Essenden was beaten up last night."

"Badly?"

"Not very. The servants were still about, and Essenden was able to let off a yell which fetched them around in a bunch. The man got away. It seems that Essenden found him in his bedroom when he went upstairs about eleven o'clock. He tried to tackle the man, and got the worst of the fight. The burglar was using a cosh."

"And who did the good work?"

"Probably your friend Slinky. I've put a warrant out for him, anyway."

"Then take it back," said the Saint. "Slinky never used a cosh in his life. Besides, I happen to know that he didn't do it."

"I suppose he told you so?"

"He didn't—that's why I believe him. Have you had the report from Records on the general features of the show?"

"I've given them the details. The report should be through any minute now."

The report, as a matter of fact, was brought up a few minutes later. The Saint ran through the list of names submitted as possible authors of the crime, and selected one without much hesitation.

"Harry Donnell's the man."

"At Essenden's?" interjected Cullis skeptically, "Harry Donnell works the Midlands. Besides, his gang don't go in for ordinary burglary."