about Hogsbotham from now on.'
'So while I was sweating blood and risking about five hundred years in penal servitude,' Peter said bitterly, 'you were having a grand time helping her take her clothes off.'
'You have an unusually evil mind,' said the Saint, and drove on, one part of his brain working efficiently over the alibi that Peter was still going to need before morning, and all the rest of him singing.
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