“You can trust me, can’t you?” He wiped the last of the charcoal and water from his face.
“Trust? First an assassin, now a thief catcher!” exclaimed the rat-faced man.
“Got something against law?” asked Talbot.
“No,” he growled. “Wait, yes!” The alleged strangler put a restraining hand on the small man’s shoulder. No one was innocent here, including the former secretary. Their employer walked past the two men to take in the crowd gathering outside the window.
“They’ve never seen such a large wanted portrait before, I’ll judge.”
“Congratulations, Talbot. Looks just like you.”
“I should be jailed shortly.”
