Doctor Kreelmar says, that he saved my life. What will you do? Will you have to—to punish him as other men have been punished when they were brought back? Dad, dear"—pleadingly, as the warden with a set face turned suddenly away—"I know I am making it harder for you, and that you have your duty to do, but—but isn't there—can't what he has done be made to count in his favour?"
"I don't know—yes, dear; we'll see," said the warden, with a worried look.
"Fuss and feathers!" announced the little doctor, suddenly screwing around in his chair to eye them both. "Fuss and feathers!" he sniffed.
Janet stared at him, surprised and hurt. The warden frowned, and took a step toward him.
"What do you mean by that, Kreelmar?" he questioned irritably. "A moment ago you took pains to explain what you called the nice kettle of fish I would be in if Varge were caught, and now—"
"So I did, so I did!" asserted the doctor tartly. "And I do yet—but you'd better wait till you get Varge, what?"
"Didn't I just tell you that we've got him?" said the warden querulously.
"How do you know you have?" inquired Doctor Kreelmar, crossing his legs with exasperating deliberation.
"How do I know!" ejaculated the warden. "Why, they wired that they had him and the description tallied with Varge's."
"Never heard of a police description that wouldn't fit at least a hundred men," asserted Doctor Kreelmar
