Apprehension clouded his sleepy eyes.
"But, young people, if Slim and George escaped conviction or managed a getaway, I'd look for a new first-class detective, and—"
He took Nora's hand and studied her face, whose dark beauty remained unafraid.
"I guess I'd need another daughter, which I couldn't very well have."
He laughed brusquely.
"Slim and George are tight enough now, so why borrow trouble."
Garth saw the foreboding of his chief's eyes turn to curiosity, a trifle groping.
"Wish you'd kept out of it, daughter."
"Don't scold," she laughed. "You did enough of that the other night."
"I'm not," he grumbled, "I'm only wondering where you got the nerve, and the brains."