But I don’t think we’ll have any trouble about that. He should be grateful to have such a tidy solution dropped into his lap. … As for you, Simon, I think I’d feel better if you went ahead and laughed at me, instead of displaying such hypocritical Christian forbearance.” “Because you’d never read the Treaty right to the end yourself?” said the Saint. “No, I did most of my laughing this morning, and not principally at you. Hereafter we’ll keep the joke to ourselves. Besides which, I doubt if anyone else would ever believe it.” He lighted a cigarette and shook his head in rapture nevertheless. “But what a fabulous little gem it is,” he said dreamily. “For more than two hundred years the legend of the Maroons has gone on. Away back somewhere, some clerk in whatever Government department it would be told some new clerk who was too lazy to look for himself his careless version of what the Treaty said. That clerk repeated it to his successor, who repeated it to the next man.
What do You think about The Saint On The Spanish Main?
