I don't like him, but for his
daughter's sake I hope we're wrong."
Steele's eyes, deep and gleaming in the moonlight, searched my face.
"Son, sure you're not in love with her--you'll not fall in love with
her?"
"No. I am positive. Why?"
"Because in either case I'd likely have need of a new man in your
place," he said.
"Steele, you know something about Sampson--something more!" I exclaimed
swiftly.
"No more than you. When I meet him face to face I may know more. Russ,
when a fellow has been years at this game he has a sixth sense. Mine
seldom fails me. I never yet faced the criminal who didn't somehow
betray fear--not so much fear of me, but fear of himself--his life, his
deeds. That's conscience, or if not, just realization of fate."
Had that been the thing I imagined I had seen in Sampson's face?
"I'm sorry Diane Sampson came out here," I said impulsively.
Steele did not say he shared that feeling. He was looking out upon the
moon-blanched level.
Some subtle thing in his face made me divine that he was thinking of the
beautiful girl to whom he might bring disgrace and unhappiness.
Chapter 2
A KISS AND AN ARREST
A month had passed, a swift-flying time full of new life.
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