Right in the middle of the forehead, pasted there, a gray-colored, diamond shaped paper seal flaunted itself--the device of the Gray Seal.
In Jimmie Dale' hand, hidden as he turned his back, the tiny combination of powerful lenses was focused on the seal.
Clayton guffawed.

"That's right!" he called out.

"Take a good look.
That's a bright young man you've got, Carruthers." Jimmie Dale looked up a little sheepishly--and got a grin from the assembled reporters, and a scowl from Carruthers.
"Now, then," continued Clayton, "here's the facts--as much of 'em as I can let you boys print at present.

You know I'm stretching a point to let you in here--don't forget that when you come to write up the case--honour where's honour's due, you know.

Well, me and Metzer there was getting ready to close down on a big piece of game, and I was over here in this room talking to him about it early this afternoon.