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By Leslie Charteris

When the Saint visits Arizona, he battles a Nazi scientist whose curiosity in ranching is caused by means of the mercury deposits beneath the ranch. In Palm Springs, an alcoholic millionaire hires him after a sequence of near-fatal injuries. And genuine chance ensues in Hollywood whilst an enterprising manufacturer makes a decision the Saint can be a film star—but then the manufacturer turns up lifeless.

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I haven’t bought a lot to be eager about. I’ve bought a fine looking face and a gorgeous physique. i do know I’ve obtained a gorgeous physique. So I simply need to use that. ” “And you employ it very properly, too. ” “You’re nonetheless making enjoyable of me. yet it’s approximately all I’ve acquired, so i need to use it. Why shouldn’t I? ” “God knows,” stated the Saint. “I didn’t say you shouldn’t. ” She studied him back for your time. “You’ve bought a stunning physique, too. All lean and muscular. yet you’ve obtained brains in addition. I’m sorry. I similar to you a whole lot. ” “Thank you,” he acknowledged quietly. She smoked her cigarette for a couple of moments. He lighted a cigarette himself. He felt uncomfortable and at a loss. As she sat there, and with every little thing else on this planet set aside, she was once whatever that no guy with a formal provide of hormones might have been chilly to. yet every thing else on the earth couldn’t be set aside particularly like that… “You know,” she stated, “this is a hell of a lifestyles. ” “It needs to be,” he agreed. “I’ve been observing it. i will be able to imagine slightly. You observed what occurred this afternoon. I mean—” “The blonde on the Tennis membership? ” “Yes…Well, it simply occurred that she was once a blonde. She may simply besides were a brunette. ” “And then—Esther starts off packing. ” “That’s what it quantities to. ” “But it’s been enjoyable whereas it lasted, and perhaps you're taking whatever with you. ” “Oh, definite. yet that isn’t every little thing. no longer the best way I suggest. I mean…” “What do you suggest? ” She fiddled with a seam in her negligée for a very long time. “I mean…I recognize you aren’t an angel, yet you’re not only like Freddie. i feel you’d constantly be honest with humans. You’re type of varied, by some means. i do know I haven’t received whatever a lot, other than being appealing, but—that’s anything, isn’t it? and that i do relatively such as you loads. I’d…I’d do anything…If i'll basically stick with you and feature you're keen on me a bit. ” She used to be very appealing, too attractive, and her eyes have been great and aching and afraid. Simon stared on the contrary wall. He might have given his day’s thousand money to be at any place the hell out of there. He didn’t need to. Freddie Pellman’s hysterical yell sheared unexpectedly throughout the silent condo with an electrifying urgency that introduced the Saint off the bed and up directly to his ft as though he were snatched up on wires. His instinctive move looked as if it would coincide precisely with the boring slam of a muffled shot that gave extra horror to the instant. He leapt in the direction of the speaking door, and remembered as he reached it that whereas he had intended to get it unlocked that morning the episode of the obliterated fingerprints had positioned it out of his brain. at the same time, as he became to the outer door, he realised that the sound of a door slamming might have been the exact same, and he cursed his personal unguardedness as he catapulted out directly to the screened verandah. One look up and down was once adequate to teach that there has been no different individual in sight, and he made that survey with out even a sign in his winged sprint to Freddie’s room. His computerized was once out in his hand whilst he flung the door open, to appear around the room at Freddie Pellman, in black trousers and unbuttoned gentle costume blouse, stretched out at the davenport, staring with a hideous grimace of terror on the rattlesnake that used to be coiled on his legs, its flat triangular head drawn again and poised to strike.

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