Arthur Conan Doyle,
Rodney Stone — Chapter XIV: On the Road
(1896)
“ My uncle sat with tightened lips and a brooding brow. We had reached Streatham before he broke the silence."I have a good deal at stake, nephew," said he."So have I, sir," I answered."You!" he cried, in surprise."My friend, sir.""Ah, yes, I had forgot. You have some eccentricities, after all, nephew. You are a faithful friend, which is a rare enough thing in our circles. I never had but one friend of my own position, and he—but you've heard me tell the story. I fear it will be dark before we reach Crawley." ”
