Arthur Conan Doyle,
The Mystery of Cloomber — Chapter 14
(1889)
“ He sat up and took Esther's hand in both of his, like a man who is waking out of some bad dream and wishes to assure himself that he is really in safety."Your father?" I asked. "What of him?""He is gone.""Gone!""Yes; he is gone; and so is Corporal Rufus Smith. We shall never set eyes upon them again.""But where have they gone?" I cried. "This is unworthy of you, Mordaunt. What right have we to sit here, allowing our private feelings to overcome us, while there is a possibility of succouring your father? Up, man! Let us follow him. ”
