But I've never known him to fail.
He either hangs his man or drives him to suicide.

If I committed a crime, and was told that Furneaux was after me, I'd own up and save trouble, because I wouldn't have the ghost of a chance of winning clear." "He strikes one as too flippant for a detective." "Yes.

Lots of people have thought that, and they're either disappearing in quicklime beneath some corridor of a prison, or doing time at Portland.

I wonder if Winter also is coming down on this job." "Who is 'Winter' ?" "The Chief Inspector at the 'Yard.' A big, cheerful-looking fellow--from his appearance might be a gentleman-farmer and J.P., with a taste for horses and greyhounds.

He and Furneaux are called the Big 'Un and the Little 'Un, and each is most unlike the average detective.