13 The Saint Intervenes (Boodle)

attendant.

Mr. Oates was seized suddenly from behind in a deft grip. Overcome with terror, he struggled like a maniac, and he was a big man; but he was helpless in the expert hands that held him. He was tripped and flung to the floor, and pinioned there with practised skill. Through whirling mists of horror he saw the doctor coming towards him with a hypodermic syringe, and he was still yelling feebly about the Popish Plot when the needle stabbed into his arm. . . .

Dr. Jethero went downstairs and rang up a number which he had been given.

'I've got your uncle, Mr. Tombs,' he announced. 'He gave us a bit of trouble, but he's quite safe now.'

Simon Templar, who had found the name of Tombs a convenient alias before, grinned invisibly into the transmitter.

'That's splendid. Did he give you a lot of trouble?'

'He was inclined to be violent, but we managed to give him an injection, and when he wakes up he'll be in a strait-jacket. He's really a most interesting case,' said the doctor with professional enthusiasm. 'Quite apart from the delusion that he is Titus Oates, he seems to have some extraor­dinary hallucination about a stamp. Had you noticed that be­fore?'

'I hadn't,' said the Saint. 'You may be able to find out some more about that. Keep him under observation, doctor, and call me again on Monday morning.'

He rang off and turned gleefully to Patricia Holm, who was waiting at his elbow.

'Titus is in safe hands,' he said. 'And now I've got a call of my own to make.'

'Who to?' she asked.

He showed her a scrap of paper on which he had jotted down the words of what appeared to be a telegram.

Amazing discovery stop have reason to believe boom may be based on genuine possibilities stop do not on any account sell without hearing from me.

'Dicky Tremayne's in Paris, and he'll send it for me,' said the Saint. 'A copy goes to Abe Costello and Jules Hammel tonight—I just want to make sure that they follow Titus down the drain. By the way, we shall clear about twenty thousand if Midorients are still at 61 when they open again tomorrow morning.'

'But are you sure Jethero won't get into trouble?' she said.

Simon Templar nodded.

'Somehow I feel that Titus will prefer to keep his mouth shut after I've had a little chat with him on Monday,' he said; and it is a matter of history that he was absolutely right.

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'I'm afraid,' said Patricia Holm soberly, 'you'll be getting into trouble again soon.'

Simon Templar grinned, and opened another bottle of beer. He poured it out with a steady hand, unshaken by the future predicted for him.

'You may be right, darling,' he admitted. 'Trouble is one of the things that sort of happen to me, like other people have colds.'

'I've often heard you complaining about it,' said the girl sceptically.

The Saint shook his head.

'You wrong me,' he said. 'Posterity will know me as a maligned, misunderstood, ill-used victim of a cruel fate. I have tried to be