Charteris, Leslie - The Saint 47 - The Saint in Trouble by Leslie Charteris

Author:Leslie Charteris
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Tags: Action & Adventure, Mystery & Detective, Humorous, General, Traditional, Crime, Fiction
ISBN: 9781477843062
Publisher: Amazon Publishing
Published: 2014-07-29T04:00:00+00:00

2

Captain Zabin stopped a yard away, and seemed almost as startled as the Saint.

She wore a military-style blouse and knee-length pleated skirt, but even the severely functional line of her clothes could not completely mask a figure that undulated in all the right places. Her smooth skin was tinged with a light tan, her features delicate but conveying a subtle strength. Like Garvi's, her eyes shone with a strange, disquieting intenseness. Her black hair was brushed back and fastened by a tortoise-shell clip at the nape of her neck.

She eyed the Saint with undisguised disapproval, and looked questioningly at her superior.

"Is this the man?"

The colonel grinned.

"Captain Leila Zabin, allow me to introduce Simon Templar."

She made no attempt to conceal her disappointment.

"From what you told me, I was expecting someone much more. . ."

As she faltered, the Saint stepped forward, smiling as his eyes flickered over her body in candid approval.

"Me too, Captain. But who's grumbling?" he murmured. "Simon Templar, at your service."

The ringing of the telephone split a stillness that threatened to become uncomfortable.

Garvi lifted the transreceiver, listened for a few moments, and then replaced it. He turned back to the Saint and shrugged an apology.

"Simon, I'm sorry, but I have to go. In any case there is little more I can tell you. Captain Zabin will give you any additional information you may require. Here is the file on Hakim. The first thing you must do is set up a base away from the embassy. Let me know as soon as you have chosen a convenient place."

They shook hands, and Simon waited until Garvi had left before turning to Leila.

"Well," he said, "let's get started"

Leila hesitated.

"Where are we going?"

"To set up our base as the good colonel told us."

She made to bar his way but he sidestepped past her. Yako-vitz still leant against the door and showed no indication of moving. For a moment their eyes met, and almost as if a telepathic message passed between them the blond man stepped aside and allowed them through into the reception lobby.

"Come along. I'll give you directions as we drive."

Leila and Yakovitz had no alternative but to follow, but as he descended the stairs he felt their eyes scorching the back of his head and smiled.

The Volvo was still outside, but there was no sign of the dark-haired chauffeur. As Yakovitz walked towards the driver's door the Saint laid a restraining hand on his arm.

"I'll drive."

Yakovitz looked questioningly at Leila, who replied with a shrug of indifference. Reluctantly he handed over the keys.

The Saint guided the car through the Kensington traffic towards Knightsbridge.

"Is this the first time you've been to London, Captain?"

"Yes."

"You must allow me to give you a guided tour."

"Thank you, Mr. Templar, but I think not. We are here on business, not on holiday."

"Your loss, Leila. Still, I have a feeling you'll be seeing quite a bit of it even if it is on business."

He shot the car between a bus and a taxi with an inch to spare on either wing, smiling at the Anglo-Saxon epithets that flowed from both sides.

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