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  Charteris maintained his love of travel and was soon to be found sailing round the West Indies with his good friend Gregory Peck. His forays abroad gave him even more material, and he began to write true-crime articles, as well as an occasional column in Gourmet magazine.

  By the early ’50s, Charteris himself was feeling strained. He’d divorced his second wife in 1943 and got together with a New York radio and nightclub singer called Betty Bryant Borst, whom he married in late 1943. That relationship had fallen apart acrimoniously towards the end of the decade, and he roamed the globe restlessly, rarely in one place for longer than a couple of months. He continued to maintain a firm grip on the exploitation of the Saint in various media but was writing little himself. The Saint had become an industry, and Charteris couldn’t keep up. He began thinking seriously about an early retirement.

  Then in 1951 he met a young actress called Audrey Long when they became next-door neighbours in Hollywood. Within a year they had married, a union that was to last the rest of Leslie’s life.

  He attacked life with a new vitality. They travelled—Nassau was a favoured escape spot—and he wrote. He struck an agreement with The New York Herald Tribune for a Saint comic strip, which would appear daily and be written by Charteris himself. The strip ran for thirteen years, with Charteris sending in his handwritten story lines from wherever he happened to be, relying on mail services around the world to continue the Saint’s adventures. New Saint books began to appear, and Charteris reached a height of productivity not seen since his days as a struggling author trying to establish himself. As Leslie and Audrey travelled, so did the Saint, visiting locations just after his creator had been there.

  By 1953 the Saint had already enjoyed twenty-five years of success, and The Saint Detective Magazine was launched. Charteris had become adept at exploiting his creation to the full, mixing new stories with repackaged older stories, sometimes rewritten, sometimes mixed up in “new” anthologies, sometimes adapted from radio scripts previously written by other writers.

  Charteris had been approached several times over the years for television rights in the Saint and had expended much time and effort during the 1950s trying to get the Saint on TV, even going so far as to write sample scripts himself, but it wasn’t to be. He finally agreed a deal in autumn 1961 with English film producers Robert S. Baker and Monty Berman. The first episode of The Saint television series, starring Roger Moore, went into production in June 1962. The series was an immediate success, though Charteris himself had his reservations. It reached second place in the ratings, but he commented that “in that distinction it was topped by wrestling, which only suggested to me that the competition may not have been so hot; but producers are generally cast in a less modest mould.” He resented the implication that the TV series had finally made a success of the Saint after twenty-five years of literary obscurity.

  As long as the series lasted, Charteris was not shy about voicing his criticisms both in public and in a constant stream of memos to the producers. “Regular followers of the Saint saga…must have noticed that I am almost incapable of simply writing a story and shutting up.”10 Nor was he shy about exploiting this new market by agreeing a series of tie-in novelisations ghosted by other writers, which he would then rewrite before publication.

  Charteris mellowed as the series developed and found elements to praise too. He developed a close friendship with producer Robert S. Baker, which would last until Charteris’s death.

  In the early ’60s, on one of their frequent trips to England, Leslie and Audrey bought a house in Surrey, which became their permanent base. He explored the possibility of a Saint musical and began writing some of it himself.

  Charteris no longer needed to work. Now in his sixties, he supervised the Saint from a distance whilst continuing to travel and indulge himself. He and Audrey made seasonal excursions to Ireland and the south of France, where they had residences. He began to write poetry and devised a new universal sign language, Paleneo, based on notes and symbols he used in his diaries. Once Paleneo was released, he decided enough was enough and announced, again, his retirement. This time he meant it.

  The Saint continued regardless—there was a long-running Swedish comic strip, and new novels with other writers doing the bulk of the work were complemented in the 1970s with Bob Baker’s revival of the TV series, Return of the Saint.

  Ill-health began to take its toll. By the early 1980s, although he continued a healthy correspondence with the outside world, Charteris felt unable to keep up with the collaborative Saint books and pulled the plug on them.

  To entertain himself, Leslie took to “trying to beat the bookies in predicting the relative speed of horses,” a hobby which resulted in several of his local betting shops refusing to take “predictions” from him, as he was too successful for their liking.

  He still received requests to publish his work abroad but had become completely cynical about further attempts to revive the Saint. A new Saint magazine only lasted three issues, and two TV productions—The Saint in Manhattan, with Tom Selleck look-alike Andrew Clarke, and The Saint, with Simon Dutton—left him bitterly disappointed. “I fully expect this series to lay eggs everywhere…the only satisfaction I have is in looking at my bank balance.”11

  In the early 1990s, Hollywood producers Robert Evans and William J. Macdonald approached him and made a deal for the Saint to return to cinema screens. Charteris still took great care of the Saint’s reputation and wrote an outline entitled The Return of the Saint in which an older Saint would meet the son he didn’t know he had.

  Much of his time in his last few years was taken up with the movie. Several scripts were submitted to him—each moving further and further away from his original concept—but the screenwriter from 1940s Hollywood was thoroughly disheartened by the Hollywood of the ’90s: “There is still no plot, no real story, no characterisations, no personal interaction, nothing but endless frantic violence…” Besides, with producer Bill Macdonald hitting the headlines for the most un-Saintly reasons, he was to add, “How can Bill Macdonald concentrate on my Saint movie when he has Sharon Stone in his bed?”

  The Crime Writers’ Association of Great Britain presented Leslie with a Lifetime Achievement award in 1992 in a special ceremony at the House of Lords. Never one for associations and awards, and although visibly unwell, Leslie accepted the award with grace and humour (“I am now only waiting to be carbon-dated,” he joked). He suffered a slight stroke in his final weeks, which did not prevent him from dining out locally with family and friends, before he finally passed away at the age of eighty-five on 15 April 1993.

  His death severed one of the final links with the classic thriller genre of the 1930s and 1940s, but he left behind a legacy of nearly one hundred books, countless short stories, and TV, film, radio, and comic-strip adaptations of his work which will endure for generations to come.

  “I was always sure that there was a solid place in escape literature for a rambunctious adventurer such as I dreamed up in my youth, who really believed in the old-fashioned romantic ideals and was prepared to lay everything on the line to bring them to life. A joyous exuberance that could not find its fulfilment in pinball machines and pot. I had what may now seem a mad desire to spread the belief that there were worse, and wickeder, nut cases than Don Quixote.

  “Even now, half a century later, when I should be old enough to know better, I still cling to that belief. That there will always be a public for the old-style hero, who had a clear idea of justice, and a more than technical approach to love, and the ability to have some fun with his crusades.”12

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  1 A Letter from the Saint, 30 August 1946

  2 “The Last Word,” The First Saint Omnibus, Doubleday Crime Club, 1939

  3 The Straits Times, 29 June 1958, page 9

  4 Introduction by Charteris to the September 1980 paperback reprint of Meet—the Tiger! (Charter), the last ever print edition.

  5 The Saint: A Complete History, b
y Burl Barer (McFarland, 1993)

  6 PR material from the 1970s series Return of the Saint

  7 From “Return of the Saint: Comprehensive Information” issued to help publicise the 1970s TV show

  8 A Letter from the Saint, 26 July 1946

  9 Introduction to “The Million Pound Day,” in The First Saint Omnibus

  10 A Letter from the Saint, 12 April 1946

  11 Letter from LC to sometime Saint collaborator Peter Bloxsom, 2 August 1989

  12 Introduction by Charteris to the September 1980 paperback reprint of Meet—the Tiger! (Charter).

  WATCH FOR THE SIGN OF THE SAINT!

  THE SAINT CLUB

  “And so, my friends, dear bookworms, most noble fellow drinkers, frustrated burglars, affronted policemen, upright citizens with furled umbrellas and secret buccaneering dreams that seems to be very nearly all for now. It has been nice having you with us, and we hope you will come again, not once, but many times.

  “Only because of our great love for you, we would like to take this parting opportunity of mentioning one small matter which we have very much at heart…”

  —Leslie Charteris, The First Saint Omnibus (1939)

  Leslie Charteris founded The Saint Club in 1936 with the aim of providing a constructive fanbase for Saint devotees. Before the War, it donated profits to a London hospital where, for several years, a Saint ward was maintained. With the nationalisation of hospitals, profits were, for many years, donated to the Arbour Youth Centre in Stepney, London.

  In the twenty-first century, we’ve carried on this tradition but have also donated to the Red Cross and a number of different children’s charities.

  The club acts as a focal point for anyone interested in the adventures of Leslie Charteris and the work of Simon Templar, and offers merchandise that includes DVDs of the old TV series and various Saint-related publications, through to its own exclusive range of notepaper, pin badges, and polo shirts. All profits are donated to charity. The club also maintains two popular websites and supports many more Saint-related sites.

  After Leslie Charteris’s death, the club recruited three new vice-presidents—Roger Moore, Ian Ogilvy, and Simon Dutton have all pledged their support, whilst Audrey and Patricia Charteris have been retained as Saints-in-Chief. But some things do not change, for the back of the membership card still mischievously proclaims that…

  “The bearer of this card is probably a person of hideous antecedents and low moral character, and upon apprehension for any cause should be immediately released in order to save other prisoners from contamination.”

  To join…

  Membership costs £3.50 (or US$7) per year, or £30 (US$60) for life. Find us online at www.lesliecharteris.com for full details.