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Saint opened his cigarette case on the table and continued to smile at him.
"That's something for you to look forward to, Art. And believe me, It does the
heart good to see you so full of virtue and esprit de corps again." He glanced
back at Graner. "In a way, you disappoint me, Reuben. I told you I thought
you'd be a mug to swallow all the tales these birds have been telling you, and
I'm still thinking it."
"Seems to me that this proves we did the right thing," Aliston contradicted
him aggressively.
Graner giggled-a queerly incongruous sound that was not at all comic to listen
to.
"I think you are still wasting your time, Templar," be said.
The Saint shook his head reproachfully, although inwardly he was nodding. If
you looked at it that way, the revelation of his identity did seem to have
thinned away the chances of picking holes in Aliston's story. In fact, it must
almost have made Aliston seem entitled to a medal of his own; but the Saint
wasn't going to award it.
"You jump to too many conclusions, brother. Certainly I've been interfering
with all of you. But I didn't start it. You were all so busy double-crossing
each other that the obvious thing seemed to be to join in. Just because you've
discovered that I wasn't the one dumb innocent in the party doesn't make the
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rest of you into a lot of little mothers' darlings. Now suppose you look at
each other-if. you can stand the strain for a few minutes "
"Suppose you let me do the talking," Graner put in acidly.
Simon spread out his hands.
"But my dear soul, I know it all so well. I've listened to it so many times
that I've lost count of them. You're going to say that you want to ask me some
questions."
"Which you are going to answer."
"Which I'm not going to answer if I don't feel like it. Then you look at me
with an evil leer and say, 'Ha-ha, me proud beauty, but I have ways of making
people feel like it!' The audience goes into a cold sweat and waits for you to
bring on the trained cobras."
"I expect you will find our methods effective enough."
"I doubt it, Reuben. I take an awful lot of persuading. Besides, what are
'our' methods? Are you speaking as royalty, or who else is 'we'?"
"You can see us," snapped Aliston.
The Saint nodded without shifting his benign and patient smile. He was playing
his last cards and he meant to make the most of them. With all of them united
against him, he hadn't a chance; but he knew on what fragile foundations their
newly recovered unity was based. He had to break them up again, quickly and
finally, and hope that a loophole would open for himself in the break-up.
"I know, darling," he said nicely. "I can see all of you. And very beautiful
you are. But four people have to have some good reason for calling themselves
'we.' And the question is, have you got it? Are you four minds with but a
single thought, four hearts that beat as one?... We've already spoken about
you, Cecil. Now suppose we speak reverently for a moment about Comrade
Palermo. There he is, with his beautiful piebald face --"
Palermo started up again.
"You son of a --"
"Bishop is the word you want," said the Saint helpfully. "But you ought to
have known my grandmother. She was a female archdeacon, and could she deac!"
"When I get at you," Palermo said lividly, "you're going to wish you hadn't
been so funny."
"Sit down, Art." Simon's voice was coldly tranquil. "Uncle Reuben will spank
you if you don't behave. We'll leave you alone for a while if you're so
sensitive-you go under the same heading as Aliston, anyway. Let's talk about
Comrade Lauber instead."
"I wouldn't," Lauber advised him grimly.
The Saint sighed.
"You see?" he said. "If you didn't have any secrets from each other, if you
were just a happy band of brothers, you wouldn't be nearly so scared. But you
aren't Even Uncle Reuben made me a proposition------"
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"Only for one reason," Graner said stolidly.
"I know. But it was a proposition. And you put it over so earnestly that I
can't help feeling you rather liked it, even if it was just supposed to be a
stall. If things had gone differently --"
Graner rapped his knuckles on the table.
"I think you've talked long enough," he said. "You will now listen to what I
have to say."
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