"It was--it would have
been--but for--"
"All right," he interrupted. "Don't say any more!"
* * * * *
He left her to recover herself and went back to Fletcher Hill,
sardonically awaiting him.
"On a wrong scent this time," he said. "She's lost one of the lambs from
snake-bite, and it's upset her. She's a 'new chum,' you know."
"I know," said Inspector Hill.
Jack Burton leaned upon the table and looked him in the eyes. "My sister
is not a detective," he said, warningly. "Buckskin Bill has been one too
many for us this time. The odds were dead against him, but he's slipped
through. And I've a pretty firm notion he won't come back."
"So have I," said Inspector Hill, unmoved.
"And a blasted good job too!" said Jack Burton, forcibly.
A gleam of humour crossed the Inspector's face. He pulled out his pipe
with a gesture that made for peace.
"If I were in your place," he said, "I daresay I'd say the same."
* * * * *
Without Prejudice
CHAPTER I
SILLY SENTIMENT
"It's time I set about making my own living," said Dot Burton.
She spoke resolutely, and her face was resolute also; its young lines
were for the moment almost grim. She stood in the doorway of the stable,
watching her brother rub down the animal he had just been riding.
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