Alias the Saint (The Saint Series)
In these three classic tales, the Saint takes an office job with a twist, tackles the ultimate locked-room mystery, and stumbles across a remote Welsh inn where a series of strange things are happening.
There was no logical reason that she could see why she should have been so perverse, and she was annoyed with herself for having given way so readily to an unaccountable feeling of revulsion. The Saint was drawing on his blotting-pad a portrait of his employer which would, if it had been published in a newspaper, have provided more than sufficient grounds for a libel action. “You are subdued,” he remarked, without taking his eyes off his work. “Therefore I deduce that you have been unwillingly
(1962), The Saint in the Sun (1963), Vendetta for the Saint (1964), The Saint on TV (1968), The Saint Returns (1968), The Saint and the Fiction Makers (1968), The Saint Abroad (1969), The Saint in Pursuit (1970), The Saint and the People Importers (1971), Catch the Saint (1975), The Saint and the Hapsburg Necklace (1976), Send for the Saint (1977), The Saint in Trouble (1978), The Saint and the Templar Treasure (1978), Count On the Saint (1980), Salvage for the Saint (1983) The
published to coincide with Return of the Saint are there, too. And now, thanks to the advent of DVDs, the vagaries and whims of syndication programmers no longer hold sway. Someone who knows me better than I know myself made the comment that she can always tell when I am dealing with an ugly professional matter: The Saint runs on the home theatre almost 24/7. I carefully considered the comment, marveled at the intuition, respected the intellect, then arched my left eyebrow in the best Saintly
he repeated. He knelt beside the window and examined the inside of the sill. “There’s a tiny mark here,” he said. “Looks as if it had had a bang.” Teal and Duncarry came up to inspect the discovery, but the Saint sauntered off and lighted another cigarette. He was stretched out in one of the armchairs, apparently asleep, when Teal rose to his feet again. “Does it mean anything to you, Templar?” The Saint roused aggrievedly. “Not yet,” he said. “But I thought it might mean something to you.
more closely when they got to Upper Berkeley Mews. “Looks useful,” he remarked. “That’s a neat little silencer.” “German. Did I hear you say one time that Jack Farnberg and Vittorio Ardossi are wandering around together lovingly hand in hand?” Duncarry wrinkled his long nose. “Not as a great and solemn truth—only as an intelligent guess,” he answered. “Ardossi was never a big cheese before his uncle made a will. Uncle had a chain of salami foundries from Minneapolis to ’Frisco. He must have