Private detective Philip Morton knocks on a door to find himself at gunpoint. He's unarmed, facing a desperate man and a girl's life hangs in the balance. But his theory has always been that the barrel of the gun bearing down on you isn't the scary part. It's the eyes of the man with his finger on the trigger. The resolve of this guy decides whether you walk away or get carried to the morgue. Bullets and brawn can go to hell. They're irrelevant. You can't reason with a .38 special. But you can talk sense into a man.
—Anonymous