E. W. Hornung,
A Thief in the Night — The Spoils of Sacrilege
(1905)
“ Already the stables were lit up like a chandelier; there was a staccato rattle of horse-shoes in the stable yard, and the great gates were opening as we skimmed past in the nick of time. In another minute we were skulking in the shadow of the kitchen-garden wall while the high-road rang with the dying tattoo of galloping hoofs."That's for the police," said Raffles, waiting for me. "But the fun's only beginning in the stables. Hear the uproar, and see the lights! In another minute they'll be turning out the hunters for the last run of the season!" ”
