A man like that has no business to be at large, anyhow." "You will want some conclusive evidence," came the observation in a murmur.
Chief Inspector Heat raised his eyebrows at the black, narrow back, which remained obstinately presented to his intelligence and his zeal.
"There will be no difficulty in getting up sufficient evidence against _him_," he said, with virtuous complacency.

"You may trust me for that, sir," he added, quite unnecessarily, out of the fulness of his heart; for it seemed to him an excellent thing to have that man in hand to be thrown down to the public should it think fit to roar with any special indignation in this case.

It was impossible to say yet whether it would roar or not.

That in the last instance depended, of course, on the newspaper press.

But in any case, Chief Inspector Heat, purveyor of prisons by trade, and a man of legal instincts, did logically believe that incarceration was the proper fate for every declared enemy of the law.