It was quite a joke, Porter thought, that Superintendent Tavish, one of the iron men of the service, should have given up the ghost so easily.
Tavish smiled grimly.

They were all in good humor, and happy, with the possible exception of Breault.

Not once did he laugh or smile.

Yet Jolly Roger noted that each time he spoke the others were specially attentive.
There was something repressive and mysterious about the man, and the girl would cut herself short in the middle of a laugh if he happened to speak, and the softness of her mouth would harden in an instant.

He understood the significance of her gladness, and of Porter's, for twice he saw their hands come together, and their fingers entwine.