E. W. Hornung,
The Man at the Wheel
(1910)
“ Ghum looked that way as intended; for the young man was curiously determined not to die by a bullet, and this time his hands did not fail him at the last. Round went the wheel, and round came the storied stone, clean across the headlamps; a fringe of limelit gorse rose vividly between them and the pitchy void; there was a whir of wheels in the air, a lurch into space, and so the chapter ended for the occupants of the second-hand Cleland-Talboys. Yet not for all, because by day the place is not what a dark night paints it, and there are always some who fall clear of a car. ”
