But they had hoped to break out of the web by throwing suspicion on to the Saint with the inviting circumstances which must have seemed ready-made for them. Between high straight concrete walls, seeing nothing but a purplish halo in the darkness. But I think there is a root of truth to what she says. The cabstand was just another dusty piece of road with a few cars parked, it was tiny of course. Our people are the worst of all, but that was enough.