As a member of the Scarlet Police,
and especially of "N" Division, he felt the pulse and thrill of
life as he loved to live it. And the greatest of all thrills came
when he was after a man as clever as himself, or cleverer.
This time it was a woman--or a girl! He had not yet made up his
mind which she was. Her voice, low and musical, her poise, and the
tranquil and unexcitable loveliness of her face had made him, at
first, register her as a woman. Yet as he looked at the slim
girlishness of her figure in the bow of the canoe, accentuated by
the soft sheen of her partly unbraided hair, he wondered if she
were eighteen or thirty. It would take the clear light of day to
tell him. But whether a girl or a woman, she had handled him so
cleverly that the unpleasantness of his earlier experience began
to give way slowly to an admiration for her capability.
He wondered what the superintendent of "N" Division would say if
he could see Black Roger Audemard's latest trailer propped up here
in the center of the canoe, the prisoner of a velvety-haired but
dangerously efficient bit of feminine loveliness--and a bull-
necked, chimpanzee-armed half-breed!
Bateese had confirmed the suspicion that he was a prisoner, even
though this mysterious pair were bent on saving his life.
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