"Could you find him, if necessary?"
"Within a day, I think. Do you wish me to?"
"I don't know..."
Ember permitted Whitaker to consider the matter in silence for some moments. Then, "Do you want advice?" he inquired.
"Well?"
"Hunt him down and put him behind the bars," said Ember instantly.
"What's the good of that?"
"Your personal safety."
"How?"
"Don't you suppose he misses all he's been accustomed to?—living as he does in constant terror of being discovered, the life of a hunted thing, one of the under-world, an enemy of society! Don't you suppose he'd be glad to regain all he's lost—business, social position, the esteem of his friends, the love of a woman who will soon be free to marry him?"