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Leslie Charteris'
Salvage for the Saint
Original teleplay by
John Kruse
Adapted by
Peter Bloxsom
G.K. HALL & CO.
Boston, Massachusetts
1988
The villains and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no
actual relation to any real person or happening.
Copyright © 1983 by Leslie Charteris. All rights reserved.
Published in Large Print by arrangement with John Farquharson Limited.
G.K. Hall Large Print Book Series. Set in 16 pt Plantin.
Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data
Charteris, Leslie, 1907-
[Salvage for the Saint]
Leslie Charteris' Salvage for the Saint / original teleplay by John
Kruse ; developed by Peter Bloxsom.
p. cm.—(G.K. Hall large print book series)
(Nightingale series)
ISBN 0-8161-4631-4
1. Large type books. I. Kruse, John. II. Bloxsom, Peter.
III. Title. IV. Title: Salvage for the Saint.
[PR6005.H348S47 1988]
823'.912—dcl9
88—16292
Forenote
After some thought, I am making a brief intrusion here, in preference to a
footnote later.
This offspring of the successive talents of John Kruse and Peter Bloxsom,
whom attentive readers will recognise as seasoned veterans of the latter-day
genre of Saint adventures, is linked with just one feature unique among
these semi-pastiches with which I have tried to beguile you over the last
few otiose years.
Besides performing my usual role of meddler with the original television
script (in which I frankly had a lot less authority than I had in revising this
book which is now based on it) I had on this occasion the rare pleasure of
spending a couple of weeks with the crew shooting in the south of France,
making myself fractionally useful in suggesting and scouting locations and
so forth. I even had the privilege of making a short but necessary voyage on
the luxury yacht chartered at awful expense to play the part of the
Phoenix
—an experience in sampling how a real millionaire can live which I shall
never forget.
But to make the memory even more special, by being on the spot I was able
to con the amiable director into letting me walk through a tiny and totally
unimportant scene. Thereby consigning myself, for once only, to video
immortality.
No prizes are offered for spotting me in this extraordinary appearance. But
when the TV Movie is re-run—as it assuredly will be—this Forenote might
just give you a hint of what to watch for.
Or maybe not.
St Jean
—
Cap Ferrat
October 1982
L.C.
Contents
I How Simon Templar anticipated a Lady's Plea,
and Charles Tatenor went Astray. 1
II How Arabella began a Journey, and Simon went
Beachcombing.
54
III How the Saint missed the Boat, and Arabella came down to
Earth.
102
IV How Inspector Lebec introduced Himself, and
Captain Finnegan accepted Coffee.
148
V How Jacques Descartes played a Game, and Simon
Templar went Under. 184
VI How Bernadotti was Discovered, and the Phoenix
was set loose. 238
VII How there was a Three-way Reunion, and the
Saint saw more Fun Ahead. 279
I: How Simon Templar anticipated a Lady's
Plea, and Charles Tatenor went Astray.
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Like so many of Simon Templar's hair-raising adventures, it began with a
beautiful girl and led him to a merry-go-round of battle and murder and
sudden death, and there was booty by the ton.
All of which, from Simon Templar's point of view, was very much as it
should have been. Those were the established ingredients of his life, and he
could hardly remember a time when he would have wanted it otherwise.
But the ingredients never came together in the same way twice: it was never
exactly the mixture as before. And that was a blessed bounty, a sublimely
serendipitous piece of good organisation for which Simon Templar —who
was also known as the Saint—never ceased to offer up thanks to whatever
wise providence might have been responsible. To him the exhilarating wine
of adventure had it own numberless subtleties of region and vintage, so that
it always tasted fresh and bracing on his palate and made every escapade
different and new.
This one was to take him from the Isle of Wight, that Mecca of yachtsmen
and sandcastle-builders off the south coast of England, and down through
France to the Mediterranean on a freewheeling chase across land and sea,
and under the sea, and into the past . . .
He was finishing off some vigorous bedtime calisthenics with a toothbrush
when he heard the soft but insistent knocking on the door of his Cowes
hotel room.
He shrugged into his dressing gown, a positively shrieking green foulard
effort, and made his way to the door. The knocking stopped briefly; then it
re-started. The Saint paused, with his hand hovering over the doorknob.
His immediate impulse, the impulse of his temperament, was to open up
without preamble and confront the late visitor. But one result of his years of
notoriety was that it was never close season on Saints these days, and there

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