We've got to bring that man down, and we've got to give him the law.

Simple thing, isn't it--this bringing a prisoner down from Wekusko! Any rookie could do it, couldn't he?
And yet--" The inspector paused to light his cigar, which had gone out.

Then he added: "If you'll do this, Steele--and care for it--I'll see that you get your promotion." As he finished, he tossed the photograph across the desk.

"That's she.
Don't ask me how I got the picture." A curious thrill shot through Philip as he picked up the bit of cardboard.

It was a wondrously sweet face that looked squarely out of it into his eyes, a face so youthful, so filled with childish prettiness that an exclamation of surprise rose to his lips.