"There is a way to put such craft and cunning to account; a way to fight the devil with his own weapons and crush him under the weight of his own gifts, and that way I'll take!" "Mr.Narkom"-- he whirled and walked toward the superintendent, his hand outstretched, his eager face aglow--"Mr.Narkom, help me! Take me under your wing.

Give me a start--give me a chance--give me a lift on the way up!" "Good heaven, man, you--you don't mean-- ?" "I do--I do! So help me heaven, I do.

All my life I've fought against the law--now let me switch over and fight with it.

I'm tired of being Cleek, the thief; Cleek, the burglar.

Make me Cleek, the detective, and let us work together, hand in hand, for a common cause and for the public good.