“Pardon me. In the excitement of the moment, and all that sort of thing, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m afraid I’ve had you at a disadvantage. My name is Templar—Simon Templar”—he caught the flash of stark hypnotic fear that blanched the big man’s lips, and grinned even more gently. “You may have heard of me. I am the Saint.”
My introduction to the world of The Saint comes, like I suspect it does for many, from Roger Moore’s entertaining and breezy 1960’s British television show that had the impeccably dressed adventurer-for-hire traversing the globe, righting wrongs, and meeting attractive women. From there I sought out the numerous short stories written by Leslie Charteris (and various ghost writers) which resembled the classic show in attitude and execution, although the ITV series leaned initially toward mystery-style escapades and eventually evolved into the more espionage-laced plots that were all the craze at the time.