No one that I ever knew in my profession could hope to live up to the reputation given us by the story-books.

No secret service man living can remotely approximate the deeds performed by the detectives of fiction.

We are very, very human, I can assure you." "I am sure that you, at least, must be very kind," returned Auntie Sue, gently.

And the cheeks of the experienced officer flushed like the cheeks of a schoolboy.
"Mr.Ross, Auntie Sue," said the Sheriff, "is, as I was telling you, one of William J.Burns's big men." Auntie Sue gave her attention to her big friend: "Yes ?" The Sheriff continued: "Now, the Burns people, you see, protect the banks all over the country." "Yes ?" came, again, in a tone so low and gentle that the monosyllable was scarcely heard.
The officer's loud voice went on: "And Mr.Ross, here, works most of his time on these bank cases.

Just now, he is trailing a fellow that got away with a lot of money from the Empire Consolidated Savings Bank, of Chicago, about a month ago;--that is, the man disappeared about a month ago.