Agatha Christie

“ Things that one would shrink from attempting normally are easily tackled in a flush of anger. Without giving myself time to reflect, I walked straight to the house of Lord Nasby.
Lord Nasby was the millionaire owner of the Daily Budget. He owned other papers—several of them, but the Daily Budget was his special child. It was as the owner of the Daily Budget that he was known to every householder in the United Kingdom. ”

“ If you get anything—anything that's publishable—send it along and you shall have your chance. There's always room for real talent on the Daily Budget. But you've got to make good first. See?"
I thanked him, and apologized for my methods.
"Don't mention it. I rather like cheek—from a pretty girl. By the way, you said two minutes and you've been three, allowing for interruptions. For a woman, that's quite remarkable! Must be your scientific training."
I was in the street again, breathing hard as though I had been running. I found Lord Nasby rather wearing as a new acquaintance. ”

“ I did not, of course, suppose that any young woman who chose to come and ask for him would be at once admitted to the august presence. But I had attended to that side of the matter. In the card-tray in the hall of the Flemmings' house I had observed the card of the Marquis of Loamsley, England's most famous sporting peer. I had removed the card, cleaned it carefully with bread-crumbs, and pencilled upon it the words: "Please give Miss Beddingfeld a few moments of your time." ”