Follow the Saint (Simon Templar 'The Saint', Book 20)

Follow the Saint (Simon Templar 'The Saint', Book 20)

Leslie Charteris

Language: English

Pages: 168

ISBN: 0891903828

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Three more classic adventures for the Saint in which he discovers some truly miraculous tea, agrees to meet a woman with some information on a major swindle—but finds her dead—and, in the last story, decides to take the self-appointed guardian of the nation’s morality down a peg or two, only to end up in the aftermath of a bank robbery…

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One for each of his ankles, and one to fasten his hands behind him.” McGuire shifted where he sat. “Wot’s the idea?” he demanded uneasily. “Just doing everything we can to make you feel at home,” answered the Saint breezily. “Would you mind putting your hands behind you so that the lady can fix you up?…Thanks ever so much…Now if you’ll just move your feet back up against the legs of the chair—” Rebellious rage boiled behind the other’s sulky scowl, a rage that had its roots in a formless but

been wearing a white blouse when he saw her last, and now there was a splotchy crimson pattern on the front of it. The pattern glistened as he looked at it. Beside him, there was a noise like an asthmatic foghorn loosening up for a burst of song. “Boss,” began Mr Uniatz. “Shut up.” The Saint’s voice was hardly more than a whisper, but it cut like a razor-blade. It cut Hoppy’s introduction cleanly off from whatever he had been going to say, and at the same moment as he spoke Simon switched off

froze into breathless immobility. The blackness ahead of him was stygian, impenetrable, even to his noctambulant eyes, but hearing would serve his temporary purpose almost as well as sight. The night had fallen so still that he could even hear the rustle of the distant river, and he waited for minutes that seemed like hours to him, and must have seemed like weeks to a guilty prowler who could not have travelled very far after the wires were broken. And while he waited, he was trying to decide at

it all. Then I heard Nora coming back. I lost my head and slipped out through the window again without her seeing me.” “And you never spoke to her about it?” “I couldn’t—later. After all that, I couldn’t sort of come out and confess that I’d read it. Oh, I know I was a damn fool. But I was scared. It seemed as if she must know something dreadful that my father was involved in. I didn’t know anything about his affairs. But I loved him. If he was doing something crooked, whatever it was, I’d have

of a dish for which his underlings had laid the routine foundations, he took the casts in his own hands and proceeded to compare them with the tyres on the Hirondel. He went all round the Hirondel twice. He was breathing a trifle laboriously, and his face was redder than before—probably from stooping—when he turned his attention to the Daimler. He went all round the Daimler twice, too. Then he straightened up and came slowly back to the Saint. He came back until his face was only a few inches

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