Carolyn Wells,
More Lives Than One — XII. Chinese Charley
(1923)
“ Glenn was a good watchman, and his getting up out of bed was absolutely noiseless. So was his progress across the room and into the little back hall. From here he could see—even as Charley had seen—the spot where the dead body had been found. And there, bending over, as Pearl Jane might have bent over, was a dark figure—a man, searching on the floor. The tiny flashlight gave but a point of light, but by its single ray, the intruder was intently, eagerly looking for something. ”
