"What happened?" she asked in a panic.
"Well," I said, "someone took a few shots at me the day I got back from the cruise. Then I ran across the real Mr. Saint and he didn't act very holy at all. But I'm sure we'll cross paths again soon and I might just give him that sainthood......Posthumously."
"Well, I'm so glad you're alright. How did it go with Mort?"
"He believed I bumped you off. He was paying me the rest of the blood money in a back room at the Tiki Moon when Mr. Saint unceremoniously crashed the party."