His knuckles were white dints in the hand that gripped the chair.

"Ever since the Bat got him I've wanted my chance.

Now my other work's cleaned up--and I still want it." "But I tell you--" began the chief in tones of high exasperation.

Then he stopped and looked at his protege.

There was a silence for a time.
"Oh, well--" said the chief finally in a hopeless voice.