troubled for a moment. "I must admit, however, that there's an atmosphere of mysterious reserve about the old fellow. He always gives me the impression of knowing far more than he admits."
"What you say, Markham, is true enough," remarked Vance. "But Sproot certainly doesn't fit this particular saturnalia of crime. He reasons too carefully; there's an immense cautiousness about the man, and his mental outlook is highly conservative. He might stab an enemy if there was no remote chance of detection. But he lacks the courage and the imaginative resiliency that have made possible this present gory debauch. He's too old—much too old. . . . By Jove!"
Vance leaned over and tapped the table with an incisive gesture.
"That's the thing that's been evading me! Vitality! That's what is at the bottom of this business—a tremendous, elastic, self-confident vitality: a supreme ruthlessness mingled with audacity and impudence—an intrepid and reckless egoism—an undaunted belief in one's own ability. And they're not the components of age. There's youth in all this—youth with its ambition and venturesomeness—that doesn't count the cost, that takes no thought of risk. . . . No. Sproot could never qualify."
Moran shifted his chair uneasily, and turned to Heath.
"Whom did you send to Atlantic City to watch Sibella?"
"Guilfoyle and Mallory—the two best men we've got."[1] The Sergeant smiled with a kind of cruel
- ↑ I recalled that Guilfoyle and Mallory were the two men who had been set to watch Tony Skeel in the Canary murder case.
