He made it brief.

"Of course, I haven't the least evidence that the boy has done anything wrong; it's what I'd call a hunch; piecing this and that together." "Are you friendly toward him ?" asked McClintock, passing a fine cigar across the table.
"Yes.

The boy doesn't know it, but I dug into his trunk for something to identify him and stumbled upon some manuscripts.
Pretty good stuff, some of it.

The subject matter was generally worthless, but the handling was well done.

You're always complaining that you can't keep anybody more than three months.