E. W. Hornung,
Raffles — No Sinecure
(1906)
“ I could not quite gather whose gift to whom was the diamond ring; but it had evidently been paid for; and I voyaged to the moon, wondering when and how. I was recalled to this planet by a deluge of gems from the jeweller's bag. They lay alight in their cases like the electric lamps above. We all three put our heads together over them, myself without the slightest clew as to what was coming, but not unprepared for violent crime. One does not do eighteen months for nothing. "Right away," Raffles was saying. "We'll choose for her, and you'll change anything she don't like. ”
