Arthur B. Reeve,
The Stolen War Secret — IV. The Gyroscope Aeroplane
(1914)
“ Westport Bay itself lay in a beautifully wooded, hilly country, and Sinclair’s house stood on an elevation, with a huge sweep of terraced lawn before it, running down to the water’s edge. As we pulled up under the wide stone ivy-covered porte-cochère, Sinclair, who had been awaiting us anxiously after the receipt of a telegram from Burke, greeted us and led the way into his library, a large room crowded with curios and objects of art which he had collected on his travels in Latin-America. Sinclair was a tall, lithe, wiry man with a seamed and furrowed face. ”
