It was on that account he got on the track of a gang of Chicago anarchists." A curious stillness fell on the gathering.

It was as though a spirit of evil had suddenly made its presence felt; even the electric lamps seemed to have grown dimmer.
"Describe Hunter." Steingall's voice rang out incisively; the reporter took off his spectacles, and began to burnish them, for his face was glistening with perspiration.
"He is about five feet ten inches in height, and weighs somewhere in the neighborhood of 150 pounds.

He is straight and well-built, and his face is finely molded, with big, luminous eyes, deeply recessed, and----" "Has he a white scar across the left eyebrow ?" "Yes." For some reason, the journalist carried his description of Hunter's personal appearance no farther.

It was unnecessary.

Before Steingall uttered another word everyone in the room had a foreboding that they were on the threshold of a discovery which lifted this tragedy into a prominence far beyond aught they had yet dreamed of.
Except for that momentary touch of amazement in the detective's tone they could gather nothing from his manner.