"Oh, yes, sir."
"How soon?"
"I think I'm ready now, sir—yes, sir."
"Glad to hear it, Inspector, very glad. You're the one man I wanted." As though the civilities had been sufficiently observed, the Secretary stiffened in his chair and continued rapidly: "It's that Toronto affair; you've read the details. The government lost $350,000. We caught four of the gang, but the ringleader got away with the money. Have you studied it? What did you make of it? Sit down."
Frawley took a chair stiffly, hanging his hat between his knees and considering.
"It did look like work from the States," he said thoughtfully. "I beg pardon, did you say they'd caught some of the gang?"
"Four—this morning. The telegram's just in."
The Honorable Secretary, a little strange yet to the routine of the office, looked at Frawley with a sudden desire to test his memory.
"Do you know the work?" he asked; "could you recognize the ringleader?"
"That might not be so hard, sir," said Frawley, with a nod; "we know pretty well, of course, who's able to handle such jobs as that. Would you have a description anywhere?"