He was one of the most valuable men in the Federal Secret Service before the end of 1915.
"What's up ?" he asked, as he took possession of the most comfortable chair in the little room and lit a cigar.

"You look as if you hadn't slept for a week, and you were lookin' fine yesterday." "Do you mind if I only half confide in you?
It's a delicate matter.

I'd like to ask you a few questions and may possibly ask you to find the answer to several others." "Fire away.

Curiosity is not my vice.

I'll only call for a clean breast if I find I can't work in the dark." "Thanks.