The two men started up the street, arm in arm.
At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights. When they came into glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other's face.
It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one. You've been under arrest for ten minutes, Silky Bob.
You're not Jimmy Wells!Twenty years is along time, but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman's to a pug's.
Chicago thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to have a chat with you.
Now, before we go on to the station here's a note I was asked to hand you. You may read it here at the window. It's from Patrolman Wells.
The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him. His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished. The note was rather short
Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar, I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow, I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and got a plain- clothed man to do the job.