"I'm going to show you how wrong you were."
"Don't try it, Nat," said the Saint soberly. "I can't give you a fairer warning than that."
"This isn't a warning," Grendel said.
"I'm going to kill you, you bastard. But right now. I just wanted to tell you about it, so that the last thing you know'll be that I'm doing it myself. Now."
Simon prudently moved the receiver a little further from his ear; but the detective, who was caught unprepared, jumped at the loudness of the clack that came from the diaphragm.
"What was that?"
Simon Templar listened a moment longer, to nothing, and then quietly put down the phone.
"That was the accident I was talking about. I got the idea from Shakespeare. Your remember that line about 'the Engineer hoist with his own petard'? You didn't ask me how I got rid of the petard that they fixed for me. I suppose it was rather naughty, but the only thing I could think of was to put it inside a piece of china that he was interested in and send it back to him. It wouldn't 've hurt him if he hadn't pressed the button." The Saint went back into the living room and finished his drink. "Well, I guess we'd better get in that car I told you to have waiting and go see how much mess it made."
