Russ, when a fellow has been years at this game he has a sixth sense.

Mine seldom fails me.

I never yet faced the criminal who didn't somehow betray fear--not so much fear of me, but fear of himself--his life, his deeds.

That's conscience, or if not, just realization of fate." Had that been the thing I imagined I had seen in Sampson's face?
"I'm sorry Diane Sampson came out here," I said impulsively.
Steele did not say he shared that feeling.

He was looking out upon the moon-blanched level.
Some subtle thing in his face made me divine that he was thinking of the beautiful girl to whom he might bring disgrace and unhappiness..