Will you, Mr.Narkom?
Will you ?" "Will I?
Won't I!" said Narkom, springing forward and gripping his hand.
"Jove! what a detective you will make.

Bully boy! Bully boy!" "It's a compact, then ?" "It's a compact--Cleek." "Thank you," he said in a choked voice.

"You've given me my chance; now watch me live up to it.

The Vanishing Cracksman has vanished forever, Mr.Narkom, and it's Cleek, the detective--Cleek of the Forty Faces from this time on.

Now, give me your riddles--I'll solve them one by one.".