A sweet-faced young girl entered; she was gowned in black and wore a white collar, and cuffs turned back over her hands.
"Take this memorandum," he said.

The girl picked up a pencil and pad, and Mr.Keen, still pacing the room, dictated in a quiet voice as he walked to and fro: "Mrs.Regan's Danny is doing six months in Butte, Montana.

Break it to her as mercifully as possible.

He is a bad one.

We make no charge.