The game isn't good enough for any policeman of them all.

To deal with a man like me you require sheer, naked, inglorious heroism." Again his lips closed with a self-confident snap.

Ossipon repressed a movement of impatience.
"Or recklessness--or simply ignorance," he retorted.

"They've only to get somebody for the job who does not know you carry enough stuff in your pocket to blow yourself and everything within sixty yards of you to pieces." "I never affirmed I could not be eliminated," rejoined the other.

"But that wouldn't be an arrest.