Annoyance and surprise were in his voice when he spoke.
"But look here, Anderson," he burst out finally.

"Anything else and I'll--but what's the use?
I said a minute ago, you had brains--but now, by Judas, I doubt it! If anyone else wanted a chance at the Bat, I'd give it to them and gladly--I'm hard-boiled.

But you're too valuable a man to be thrown away!" "I'm no more valuable than Wentworth would have been." "Maybe not--and look what happened to him! A bullet hole in his heart--and thirty years of work that he might have done thrown away! No, Anderson, I've found two first-class men since I've been at this desk--Wentworth and you.

He asked for his chance; I gave it to him--turned him over to the Government--and lost him.

Good detectives aren't so plentiful that I can afford to lose you both." "Wentworth was a friend of mine," said Anderson softly.