Arthur Conan Doyle,
Micah Clarke — Chapter XXXIII
(1889)
“ I retired at once into ambush, from which I should assuredly have made a sudden outfall or sally, had the flour not so choked my breathing that I felt as though I had a two-pound loaf stuck in my gizzard. For myself, I am glad that it has so come about, for in my blind wrath I might unwittingly have done you an injury. Hearing the clank of your sword as you did come up the ladder, I did opine that you were one of King James's minions, the captain, perchance, of some troop in the fields below.''All very clear and explicit, Master Tetheridge,' said I, re-lighting my pipe. ”
