Arthur Machen,
Novel of the Dark Valley
(1895)
“ There's not a man within thirty miles of this that won't curse Jack Smith when you are burning in hell." "My name is not Smith," I said, with some hope left in me. "My name is Wilkins. I was Mr. Smith's secretary, but I knew nothing of him." "Hark at the black liar," said the man. "Secretary be damned! You were clever enough, I dare say, to slink out at night, and keep your face in the dark, but we've tracked you out at last. But your time's up. Come along." I was dragged to the tree and bound to it with chains, and I saw the piles of wood heaped all about me, and shut my eyes. ”
