I have no facilities for the job, and no desire to undertake it." He had endeavoured to speak naturally, if not with an off-hand air; but he failed somehow--else why the quick glance of startled inquiry which Dr.Perry sent him from under his rather shaggy eyebrows.
"Well, we'll undertake that, too," promised the district attorney.
"I can ask no more," returned Charles Clifton, arising to depart.

"The confronting of that man with Ranelagh will cause the latter to unseal his lips.

Before you have finished with my client, you will esteem him much more highly than you do now." The district attorney smiled at what seemed the callow enthusiasm of a youthful lawyer; but the coroner who knew his district well, looked very thoughtfully down at the table before which he sat, and failed to raise his head until the young man had vanished from the room and his place had been taken by another of very different appearance and deportment.

Then he roused himself and introduced the newcomer to the prosecuting attorney as Caleb Sweetwater, of the New York police department.
Caleb Sweetwater was no beauty.

He was plain-featured to the point of ugliness; so plain-featured that not even his quick, whimsical smile could make his face agreeable to one who did not know his many valuable qualities.