The Saint on TV by Leslie Charteris

Author:Leslie Charteris [Charteris, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Curtis Books
Published: 1968-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

She was sagging against a tree, holding one hand at her throat, and the Saint rushed to her.

“Did he hit you?” he asked, slipping his arms around her for support.

“No,” she whispered, clinging to him, “but I’m sure not all right. I just … don’t think I like this kind of game.”

Simon laughed, “Cheer up, girl. We made it. Now let’s go tell Timonaides how much fun we had and thank him for his hospitality,”

11 First they tied Wyler and Halston hand and foot. Both were still unconscious and had every appearance of intending to stay in that condition for a long while, but to be on the safe side the Saint carried Wyler-the less heavy of the two- about fifty feet along the way to Timonaides’ house and dumped him in the bushes where he and Halston could not conveniently collaborate in getting untied when they woke up.

“Do we have to go back to that house?” Jenny pled. “Couldn’t we just concentrate on getting out of this place?”

“Maybe you should stay here while I go to the house. It would be safer.”

“No,” she shivered, taking his arm as he walked on. ‘Tm too scared. What’ll we do? Just knock on the door and say ‘Too bad, Kuros old boy, you lose.’ “

“Sounds like a pretty good plan,” Simon said. “And just about as specific as anything I’ve come up with.”

He took her stealthily along side paths toward the glaring lights of the house. When they were at the edge of the clearing, beyond which there was no more cover, they heard Timonaides’ voice.

“Wyler? Halston? Has anything happened?”

The Saint and Jenny could see him now, standing just outside the door, the room light behind him turned out. Simon got a firm grip on Wyler’s revolver, which he had reloaded with a clip taken from the previous user’s pocket, and then he moved boldly into the light, aiming the weapon at Timonaides.

At that range of fifty feet or more the pistol had little sure value except as a bluff, but Simon hoped that the Greek, taken by surprise, would crumble without too much thought about problems of ballistics.

“Put up your hands and come this way,” the Saint called, but as he had feared, Timonaides was not so easily intimidated.

With a crouching motion he was inside the door, and instantly the dull glint of a rifle barrel appeared.

“Drop the gun, Templar!” came Timonaides’ voice.

The Saint had prudently gone no more than two or three feet from the cover of trees and shrubs. He quickly sidestepped and heard the futile crack of the rifle as he dashed into the bushes.

“You might as well give up,” Timonaides called. “Well have you soon anyway.”

“Come out or well come after you,” the Saint replied with more taunting bravado than strict honesty.

“This place is a fortress,” Timonaides said. “You couldn’t get in with a cannon.”

With that, he slammed the door and there was no more sight or sound of him.

“What’ll we do now?” asked Jenny. “Make a battering ram?”

“I imagine he’s telling the truth,” Simon answered.

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