E. W. Hornung,
Raffles — The Wrong House
(1906)
“ A redfaced barrel of a boy did all the holding, one hand round the wrist, the other palm to palm, and his knees braced up against the panel. Another was rendering ostentatious but ineffectual aid, and three or four others danced about in their pyjamas. After all, they were not more than four to one. I had raised my voice, so that Raffles might hear me and take heart, and now I raised it again. Yet to this day I cannot account for my inspiration, that proved nothing less. "Don't talk so loud," they were crying below their breath; "don't wake 'em upstairs, this is our show." ”
