Stories
The book consisted of the following stories:
- The High Fence - The Saint and his partners Patricia Holm and Hoppy Unitaz pursue a mysterious and deadly purveyor of stolen goods known as The High Fence who has a habit of killing people who are about to reveal his identity to Chief Inspector Claud Eustace Teal and Scotland Yard. Things heat up when Simon steals a small fortune in jewels from the High Fence, leading to a kidnapping, a near drowning, and a surprise revelation. Hoppy appears for the first time since The Misfortunes of Mr. Teal.
- The Elusive Ellshaw - When a woman asks Simon to investigate the sudden reappearance of her husband who has been missing for a year, the Saint and Mr. Teal find themselves embroiled in a case of blackmail and murder. Ultimately the unlikely team find themselves protecting an English lord who happens to be one of the Saint's biggest fans. This story contains references to numerous previous Saint novels and short stories, including Knight Templar and She Was a Lady.
- The Case of the Frightened Innkeeper - The Saint and Hoppy Unitaz are summoned to a small inn on the English coast to investigate strange nighttime activity in and around the hotel which has left the owner of the inn and his niece a bundle of nerves.
Except for a couple of brief references in succeeding books, this collection of stories marks the last major appearances of Teal and Holm until The Ace of Knaves, published three years later.
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