His eyes, Nada thought, were not like human eyes, and his lips were like the blades of two knives set together.

Yet he was smiling, or half smiling, not in a comforting or humorous way, but with exultation and triumph.
From looking at him one would never have guessed that Breault loved his joke.
He nodded.
"Good morning, Jolly Roger McKay! And--good morning, Mrs.Jolly Roger McKay! Pardon me for watching you like this, but duty is duty.

I am Breault, of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police." McKay wet his lips.

Breault saw him, and the grin on his thin face widened.
"I know, it's hard," he said.

"But you've got Peter to thank for it.
Peter led me to you." He stood up, and in a most casual fashion covered Jolly Roger with his automatic.
"Would you mind stepping out, McKay ?" he asked.
In his other hand he dangled a pair of handcuffs.