Johnston McCulley

“ I am Detective Slone, Granilton. You thought that you were very clever, didn't you? You would do this thing and make Slone believe that one of The Chameleon's men were guilty, that The Chameleon was the head of the gang of jewel thieves to which Waldorp formerly belonged. Why, you were easy, Granilton! Don't think that all American detectives are fools! ”

“ Granilton hung his head; the others showed their fright. Waldorp exhibited the sudden relief he felt, though he was stupefied like a man rescued from certain death.
“Now, Dratter, we'll go ahead,” Slone said. “It will be a pleasure to send for the police. Detective Slone will get the credit, too. And I'll see that you are rewarded, Dratter. I know you were decoyed here. You may not always have been on the sunny side of the law, but I don't think you're much of a criminal. I feel that I can reward you and let you go, and express the hope that you'll behave yourself hereafter.” ”

“ Barnes said.
“You must be an ass, Barnes. How about your own record? It will be known that you were one of us. Think you'll go free, do you? Let me tell you that the whole story will come out. You don't know what you're mixed up in.” ”