Truth to say, Chief Inspector Heat thought but little of anarchism.

He did not attach undue importance to it, and could never bring himself to consider it seriously.
It had more the character of disorderly conduct; disorderly without the human excuse of drunkenness, which at any rate implies good feeling and an amiable leaning towards festivity.

As criminals, anarchists were distinctly no class--no class at all.

And recalling the Professor, Chief Inspector Heat, without checking his swinging pace, muttered through his teeth: "Lunatic." Catching thieves was another matter altogether.

It had that quality of seriousness belonging to every form of open sport where the best man wins under perfectly comprehensible rules.