Fact is, we have a way of our own of running down records--" "And a confounded clever one it must be," interrupted Philip irreverently.

"Had you any--any particular reason for supposing me to be 'beauty-proof,' as you call it ?" he added coldly.
"I've told you my only reason," said the inspector, leaning over his desk.

"You've seen so many pretty faces, Steele, and you've associated with them so long that one up here isn't going to turn your head.

Now--" MacGregor hesitated, and laughed.

The flush grew deeper in his cheeks, and he looked again at the photograph.
"I'm going to be frank with you," he went on.