Earl Derr Biggers,
Love Insurance — XVII. The Shortest Way Home
(1914)
“ Jenkins was slipping silently away. Like a frightened wraith he flitted gratefully through the swinging doors. "A middle-class car," explained Harrowby, "and I want a live man to boost it—" "Beg pardon," interrupted Minot, rising, "I'll say good night. We'll get together about that other matter in the morning. By the way, Mr. Harrowby, have you any idea what has become of Allan?" "No, I haven't. I sent him a telegram this afternoon saying that I was on my way here. Must have run off on business. Of course, he'll be back for his wedding." ”
