"Don't follow me about," said the Saint, in a tone of mild and reasonable remonstrance; and then his fist shot up and impacted crisply upon the man's jaw.

Simon turned and went back down the passage, and crossed the courtyard swiftly; and the first window was flung up as he slipped into the shadow of the doorway opposite.

He went quickly up the dark stone stairs, found a bell, and pressed it. The door was opened almost immediately, but the girl was equally quick to shut it when she saw who her visitor was.

The Saint, however, was even quicker-with the toe of his shoe in the opening.

"There's something outside you ought to see," he said, and pushed quickly through the door while she hesitated.

Then she recovered herself.

"What do you mean by bursting in like this?" she demanded furiously.

"I told you-there's a special entertainment been put on for your benefit. Come and cheer."

He opened the nearest door, and went through the tiny sitting room as if he owned the place. She followed him.

"If you don't get out at once I shall shout for help. There are people all round, and a porter in the basement, and the walls aren't very thick-so you needn't think no one will hear."

"I hadn't bothered to think," said the Saint calmly. "Besides, they're all busy with the other attraction. Step this way, madam."

He passed through the open window and emerged onto the balcony. In a moment he found her beside him.

"Mr. Templar--"

Simon simply pointed downwards. She looked, and saw the little knot of people gathering about the sprawled figure that lay moaning at the foot of the wall.

"So perish all the ungodly," murmured the Saint.