The Saint Bids Diamonds
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The Saint's holiday in Tenerife comes to a dramatic end when he rescues an elderly Dutch diamond cutter and his daughter from a vicious attack. It seems the old man is a reluctant member of a jewel-smuggling gang, and naturally Simon offers to help him out for just a small share of the boodle. But things get complicated when the Saint learns the old man had a lottery ticket worth $2 million - which has now gone missing. As the plot gets more complex, Simon struggles to play a winning hand.
Dourado (Dane Maddock Adventures, Book 1)
Knew that Lauber had got the ticket, but he didn’t know where; he knew that Palermo and Aliston had got Joris and Hoppy, but he didn’t know what they had done with them; he knew that Christine was there beside him, but he knew that Graner was just as much there. And within something like the next ten seconds he had got to plan out a definite campaign sequence that would take in all those points. “Joris won’t be there, and you know it,” said Christine. “Because he hasn’t got the ticket.” “You.
“What d’you think you’re doing now?” asked the Saint. “Sending for the others to come down and fetch her.” Simon stretched out a long arm and put his finger on the hook. “Ixnay,” he said succinctly. “D’you still want to turn the hotel upside down, or are you just daft?” “There will be no excitement,” said Graner. “When I sent Palermo and Aliston down this morning, they had two large trunks to carry the luggage they expected to bring back. They can bring one of the trunks down again. You have.
Again. He might even have been starting to regret having said so much. A glitter of cunning twisted across his eyes. “That’s my business. You find a way to get at the car, and I’ll find the ticket.” “Couldn’t you have found it while you were putting Palermo in?” “Would I have left it there if I could?” Simon considered him dispassionately. It seemed unlikely, but he didn’t care to leave anything to chance. “We’ll just look you over and make sure,” he said. “You’d better not try,” replied.
Said stubbornly, “you aren’t going out of here alone.” His hand was sliding down to his pocket. He meant business—there wasn’t a doubt of that. The Saint regretted having given him back his gun, but there it was. Regrets wouldn’t take it away again. But the Saint also meant business. He had left Christine and Hoppy alone for too long already; whereas Lauber’s usefulness was temporarily exhausted. Lauber was less than a yard away as the Saint faced him; he was not the same intellectual type as.
Graner. There was only one argument that would really make an impression on him. Simon sized up the situation and the man in one of the swiftest calculations he had ever had to make in his life. He had already hit Lauber’s jaw once and had discovered what it was made of. But Lauber’s body had the solid paunchiness to which men of his build are subject when they begin to lead idle lives. Simon chose his mark for the second experiment with greater care. “Tell me about it some other time,.