We studied the paper.
"Billy," said Solon, after a pause, "this looks like a good night's work.

True, it may come to naught.

We may still be baffled, foiled, thwarted at every turn--and yet something tells me that the man is in our power--that by this precious paper we may yet bring the scoundrel to his knees in prayers for our mercy, craven with fear at our knowledge." "Say," said Billy, stung to admiration by this flow of the right sort of talk, "Mr.Denney, did you ever read 'Little Rosebud, or is Beauty a Curse to a Poor Girl ?' That sounded just like the detective in that--you remember--where he's talkin' to Clarence Armytage just after he's overheard the old lawyer tell Mark Vinton, the villain, 'If this child lives, you are a beggar!' Remember that ?" "Why, no, Billy.

I must get that, first thing in the morning.

My tribute to your professional skill was wholly spontaneous, though perhaps a shade influenced by having listened to your own graphic style.