And if it is, I'll need to know it.

Understand?
Public benefit--that's what I'm after.

Come along with me and you can see if Reeve's the man you're after." They crossed the street through a little maelstrom of fine dust which a wind circle had picked up, and the sheriff led Bull into the jail.
They crossed the tawdry little outer room with its warped floor creaking under the tread of Bull Hunter.

Next they came face to face with a cage of steel bars, and behind it was a little gray man on a bunk.

He sat up and peered at them from beneath bushy brows, a thin-faced man, extremely agile.