With a few deft strokes he had outlined the figure of Inspector Clayton.

The reporter beside Jimmie Dale leaned over to inspect the work, and another did likewise.

Jimmie Dale drew in Clayton's face most excellently, if somewhat flatteringly; and then, with a little flourish of pride, wrote under the drawing: "The Man Who Captured the Gray Seal." "That's a cracking good sketch!" pronounced the reporter at his side.
"Let the inspector see it." "What is it ?" demanded Clayton, scowling.
Jimmie Dale handed him the notebook modestly.
Inspector Clayton took it, looked at it, looked at Jimmie Dale; then his scowl relaxed into a self-sufficient and pleased smile, and he grunted approvingly.
"That's the stuff to put over," he said.

"Mabbe you're not much of a reporter, but you can draw.

Y're all right, sport--y're all right.
Forget what I said to you a while ago." Jimmie Dale smiled too--deprecatingly.