E. Phillips Oppenheim,
The Long Arm of Mannister — V. The End of John Dykes…
(1908)
“ Mannister, however, was prepared, and Dykes went down like a log, felled by one lightning-like blow. Mannister stood quite still, breathing hard. The fallen man's fist had just touched his jaw—there were not many tricks in the prize-fighting ring which Dykes did not know. For a moment the room seemed to spin round. Then he regained his self-control to find the girl standing before him, her eyes like stars, and her hands uplifted. "You!" she exclaimed. "It is you always who come when I need help." ”
