Arthur Conan Doyle

“ Would call for a pair of safe hands;
None safer than Derbyshire Storer—
And there, face uplifted, he stands.
Wicket-keep Storer, the knowing.
Wary and steady of nerve,
Watching it falling and growing. ”

“ But it seemed like some horrible jest
That I should serve tosh to the great one,
Who had broken the hearts of the best.
Well, here goes! Good Lord, what a rotter!
Such a sitter as never was dreamt. ”