"Don't be greedy boys," he grinned.
"You mean you've got him ?" burst out another one of the men excitedly.
"Sure! Sure, I've got him." Inspector Clayton waved his fat hand airily.
"Or I will have before morning--but I ain't saying anything more till it's over." He smiled significantly.

"Well, that's about all.

You've got the details right around you.

I left Moriarty downstairs and came up here, and found just what you see--Metzer laying on the bed there, and the gray seal stuck on his forehead--and"-- he ended abruptly--"I'll have the Gray Seal himself behind the bars by morning." A chorus of ejaculations rose from the reporters, while their pencils worked furiously.
Then Jimmie Dale appeared to have an inspiration.

Jimmie Dale turned a leaf in his notebook and began to sketch rapidly, cocking his head now on one side now on the other.