"And--thank you again." He went out.

The door closed.

The chief remained for some minutes looking at the door and shaking his head.

"The best man I've had in years--except Wentworth," he murmured to himself.

"And throwing himself away--to be killed by a cold-blooded devil that nothing human can catch--you're getting old, John Grogan--but, by Judas, you can't blame him, can you?
If you were a man in the prime like him, by Judas, you'd be doing it yourself.