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Simon Templar aka The Saint
: I didn't kill that man, Henry. Inspector Henry Fernack
: I know you didn't, but you're involved in it, and I'd like to put the cuffs on yuh. Simon Templar aka The Saint
: Listen, give me 48 hours, and I'll clear up the whole matter for you. Inspector Henry Fernack
: I wouldn't give you 48 minutes. If I had my gun for 48 seconds, I'd turn you in. Simon Templar aka The Saint
: You would? Inspector Henry Fernack
: [after he's shot "The Boss"
] Shall I call an ambulance? Inspector Henry Fernack
: Better make it a hearse.
: What are you doing there? Simon Templar, aka 'The Saint'
: Helping you unpack. Inspector Fernack
: No you don't. You can't do that to me, Simon. I've got orders to go to San Francisco. and, by God, I'm going. Simon Templar, aka 'The Saint'
: Thay's fine. I'll go along with you just to give you an excuse for going. I'll give myself an excuse to see a girl who's much too pretty to be clever.
Mrs. Betty Fernack
: And remember you're allergic to shellfish. Inspector Fernack
: Yes dear. I won't eat the shells. Betty, don't you ever think about the fact that I'm a lot more allergic to bullets.
Insp. Henry Fernack
: [to the two detectives the Saint has handcuffed together
] Well, you'd better go down to the police garage and borrow a file. When you get those things off, you better use it to sharpen your wits.
: Rocky is still at his night club. Inspector Henry Fernack
: Now, wait a minute, Simon. Why can't I go to a nightclub? I'll not be party to any rough stuff. Simon Templar
] You toddle off to bed like a good boy. These denizens of iniquity are no place for a respectable married man. I'll just drift into Rocky's gin palace and see what's going on.