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.I'm afraid I'd neverget much action if I just telephoned.They'd probably want my personalauthorization to take it, and it's in a pretty obscure spot.""Ye're welcome to me car," Kelly said, "but we could all go if ye like.""I have a feeling you and Mildred will both be asleep, and I'd like to get anearly start.Anyway, I'm afraid if we once let her out of the house we'llmysteriously find that her chums are on our trail again.""But Simon, me boy, we can't be holdin' her prisoner, and why should we? Imean, it isn't us that's runnin' away with her and if me wife should come homeun-expectedly and find her here, it'd be.""I'll back up your story," said the Saint."And before I turn in I'll explainwhat I have in mind.If Mildred's story is on the level, she'll be glad tohole up here till it's time for her to meet her boy friend at the airport.She'd be a fool to show her face anywhere until the very last minute.Right?"Kelly nodded his shaggy red head."Now," Simon continued, "if she's not telling the truth, and if she is the onekeeping the hounds hot on her own trail, then the whole show must be forsomebody else's benefit."Kelly was swaying uncertainly on his feet, frowning in the intensity of hiseffort to understand what Simon was saying.He had drunk the entire contentsof at least one of the bottles."Benefit," he mumbled vaguely."Whose benefit?""So far you and I are the only audience I know any-thing about," the Saintreplied."Ye mean it's all a big joke?""No.I think it's possibly a big show with a starring role written in for me.And since I'm one of the leading characters I just want to be sure there'sgoing to be a happy ending.""Ye've lost me," said Kelly."Well, ponder on it," Simon said, "and by morning I'm sure you'll have come upwith some of the same pos-sibilities I have.""It'll do me no earthly good to ponder at all," Kelly said, showing the way toSimon's room."Me wife says I'm good for nothin' but fightin' and drinkin' andsome-times I'm inclined to believe her.""You may have a chance to prove she's right about the fighting if Mildred'sdetective friends show up to-morrow."Kelly grunted."Listen even the postman can't find this place, let alone a couple of cityyobbos like them.And if they do get here."He raised his fist expressively."That should discourage them," Simon said."Hold down the fort Pat, and if I'mgone when you get up I should be back by mid-afternoon."Page 27 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe next morning went according to the Saint's plans.He needed no alarm clockto guarantee that he would wake up by a certain hour.He told himself beforehe fell asleep that he wanted to be awake at nine, and when he opened his eyesto the sun his wrist watch told him that his mental timer had been accuratealmost to the minute.A short while later he was on the road that ran throughMullingar to Kilcock, about sixty miles from Kelly's house.As he drovethrough the beautiful coun-tryside, admiring the red and purple fuchsiaagainst the whitewashed walls of cottages, he thought of the fishing he mightbe enjoying at this moment.Somehow or other he was going to extract acompensatory reward from this adventure, even if it took selling Mildred to anArab slaver.There were no more complications than might have been expected involved inhaving his car retrieved from the wilderness.He showed a towing truck fromKilcock the way, and the job was done in short order.The repair of the axlewould take overnight, he was told, since parts would have to be obtained fromDublin.So he trans-ferred his luggage from the trunk of his injured car tothe trunk of Kelly's, had a simple but decent lunch at a Kilcock hostelry, anddrove back the same way he had come earlier.It was after four when he stopped in front of Kelly's cottage.Thevine-covered gate was standing open.The door of the cottage was open a fewinches also.In the living room, several pieces of furniture were overturned,one of the wooden African masks was broken in half and a Zulu assegai wasembedded in the sofa.There was no blood, at least, and there were no bulletholes.On the nail in the wall where the primitive mask had hung was a note on whitepaper.Simon took it down and read it.Saint:We have your friend and Mildred Drew.Tell Eu-gene Drew that if he wants tosee her alive he must give you a hundred thousand pounds which you mustdeliver to us tomorrow night at the crossing marked on the map below at nineo'clock.Come alone, your friend wont be hurt if you co-operate, and neitherwill the girl.Otherwise we'll kill them.8Eugene Drew turned from the floor lamp and looked at the Saint with hisuncommonly large and protuberant eyes.Then he turned back, held the note inthe direct light of the bulb, and read it again.It was nine o'clock in the evening of the same day on which Simon had pluckedthe note down from a nail on the wall of Kelly's cottage.Arranging to seeDrew had been momentarily difficult because the man was ob-sessed with thenotion that nine-tenths of the newspaper reporters on earth were devotingthemselves exclusively to scheming ways of invading his privacy.But Drew knewof Simon Templar by reputation, and there was also the note, as concreteevidence.Still, the financier had made no secret of his mistrust when he admitted theSaint to his suite at the Gresham [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I'm afraid I'd neverget much action if I just telephoned.They'd probably want my personalauthorization to take it, and it's in a pretty obscure spot.""Ye're welcome to me car," Kelly said, "but we could all go if ye like.""I have a feeling you and Mildred will both be asleep, and I'd like to get anearly start.Anyway, I'm afraid if we once let her out of the house we'llmysteriously find that her chums are on our trail again.""But Simon, me boy, we can't be holdin' her prisoner, and why should we? Imean, it isn't us that's runnin' away with her and if me wife should come homeun-expectedly and find her here, it'd be.""I'll back up your story," said the Saint."And before I turn in I'll explainwhat I have in mind.If Mildred's story is on the level, she'll be glad tohole up here till it's time for her to meet her boy friend at the airport.She'd be a fool to show her face anywhere until the very last minute.Right?"Kelly nodded his shaggy red head."Now," Simon continued, "if she's not telling the truth, and if she is the onekeeping the hounds hot on her own trail, then the whole show must be forsomebody else's benefit."Kelly was swaying uncertainly on his feet, frowning in the intensity of hiseffort to understand what Simon was saying.He had drunk the entire contentsof at least one of the bottles."Benefit," he mumbled vaguely."Whose benefit?""So far you and I are the only audience I know any-thing about," the Saintreplied."Ye mean it's all a big joke?""No.I think it's possibly a big show with a starring role written in for me.And since I'm one of the leading characters I just want to be sure there'sgoing to be a happy ending.""Ye've lost me," said Kelly."Well, ponder on it," Simon said, "and by morning I'm sure you'll have come upwith some of the same pos-sibilities I have.""It'll do me no earthly good to ponder at all," Kelly said, showing the way toSimon's room."Me wife says I'm good for nothin' but fightin' and drinkin' andsome-times I'm inclined to believe her.""You may have a chance to prove she's right about the fighting if Mildred'sdetective friends show up to-morrow."Kelly grunted."Listen even the postman can't find this place, let alone a couple of cityyobbos like them.And if they do get here."He raised his fist expressively."That should discourage them," Simon said."Hold down the fort Pat, and if I'mgone when you get up I should be back by mid-afternoon."Page 27 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe next morning went according to the Saint's plans.He needed no alarm clockto guarantee that he would wake up by a certain hour.He told himself beforehe fell asleep that he wanted to be awake at nine, and when he opened his eyesto the sun his wrist watch told him that his mental timer had been accuratealmost to the minute.A short while later he was on the road that ran throughMullingar to Kilcock, about sixty miles from Kelly's house.As he drovethrough the beautiful coun-tryside, admiring the red and purple fuchsiaagainst the whitewashed walls of cottages, he thought of the fishing he mightbe enjoying at this moment.Somehow or other he was going to extract acompensatory reward from this adventure, even if it took selling Mildred to anArab slaver.There were no more complications than might have been expected involved inhaving his car retrieved from the wilderness.He showed a towing truck fromKilcock the way, and the job was done in short order.The repair of the axlewould take overnight, he was told, since parts would have to be obtained fromDublin.So he trans-ferred his luggage from the trunk of his injured car tothe trunk of Kelly's, had a simple but decent lunch at a Kilcock hostelry, anddrove back the same way he had come earlier.It was after four when he stopped in front of Kelly's cottage.Thevine-covered gate was standing open.The door of the cottage was open a fewinches also.In the living room, several pieces of furniture were overturned,one of the wooden African masks was broken in half and a Zulu assegai wasembedded in the sofa.There was no blood, at least, and there were no bulletholes.On the nail in the wall where the primitive mask had hung was a note on whitepaper.Simon took it down and read it.Saint:We have your friend and Mildred Drew.Tell Eu-gene Drew that if he wants tosee her alive he must give you a hundred thousand pounds which you mustdeliver to us tomorrow night at the crossing marked on the map below at nineo'clock.Come alone, your friend wont be hurt if you co-operate, and neitherwill the girl.Otherwise we'll kill them.8Eugene Drew turned from the floor lamp and looked at the Saint with hisuncommonly large and protuberant eyes.Then he turned back, held the note inthe direct light of the bulb, and read it again.It was nine o'clock in the evening of the same day on which Simon had pluckedthe note down from a nail on the wall of Kelly's cottage.Arranging to seeDrew had been momentarily difficult because the man was ob-sessed with thenotion that nine-tenths of the newspaper reporters on earth were devotingthemselves exclusively to scheming ways of invading his privacy.But Drew knewof Simon Templar by reputation, and there was also the note, as concreteevidence.Still, the financier had made no secret of his mistrust when he admitted theSaint to his suite at the Gresham [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]