Where's the fire?
There's bound to be a blaze when you two run in a leash." Devar bounced out of the car, and Brodie grinned with pleasure.

The chauffeur was beginning to like the excitement of acting as supernumerary on the staff of the Detective Bureau.
"Will you jump in, or shall I prowl with you down Fifth Avenue ?" asked Devar, blithely ignoring Steingall's somewhat strained welcome.
"We are keeping an appointment," said Curtis.

"I, for one, shall be more than pleased if the combination which proved so effective last night may remain intact this morning." "Steingall daren't cut adrift from me," said Devar.

"If you knew the truth about him, you'd find that he is deeply superstitious, and I'm a real mascot for bringing good luck.

Perhaps he is not aware, John D., that I was the impresario who 'presented' you to an admiring public.
Tell him that, and see if he has the nerve to say I'm not wanted." "Come along, Mr.Devar," said the detective, apparently yielding to a sudden resolve.