H. Bedford-Jones

“ Get hold of his woman accomplice, and do it lively; if you refuse to arrest him, I'll take care of the scoundrel."
"That suits me," and Osgood rubbed his jaw with a reflective grin at Quentin. "That's a good idea, doc. Where's that lady pal of yours?"
Quentin gave up. Osgood's keen perception had pierced to the nub of things—which happened to be Mary Palmer—and there was no use putting off the inevitable any longer.
Had not Burlington interfered at this junction, Quentin would simply have placed the whole affair in the detective's hands, and let things take their course. ”

“ Nothing but the word of a woman he did not know, and who was herself a fugitive from justice, combined with some trifling circumstantial evidence which Burlington could easily explain away. Still, there would be court records of Burlington's guardianship, but unless the real Enid Elsmere was to be produced as a witness against him, Burlington would have an easy time squirming out of Quentin's charge—especially when the latter had been placed under arrest for assault, and might be facing a hatched-up conspiracy charge. ”

“ Burlington's powerful face expressed determination to silence him at whatever cost. The whole future of each man depended upon the outcome.
Yet in Burlington's face Quentin read a swift cunning that he could not fathom, a purpose which was hidden from him. He was soon to learn its import, however.
"Get away from that door, Quentin!" snapped the older man, stepping forward once more. "Bear witness that I'm only trying to get out of this room, Osgood——"
Goaded beyond endurance, Quentin wasted no more words. Burlington came at him. and, without hesitation, he drove out his fist ”