And if I weren't so damn old, I'd go after the slippery devil myself and let you sit here and watch me get brought in with an infernal paper bat pinned where my shield ought to be.

The Bat's supernatural, Anderson.

You haven't a chance in the world but it does me good all the same to shake hands with a man with brains and nerve," and he solemnly wrung Anderson's hand in an iron grip.
Anderson smiled.

"The cagiest bat flies once too often," he said.

"I'm not promising anything, chief, but--" "Maybe," said the chief.