Edgar Wallace

“ There are a lot of things in the cave that I haven't seen, and some that I have. They've got a petrol boat inside ... as big as a church! ... the boat, I mean ... hush!"
Again he shrank against the cliff. Voices were coming nearer and nearer. Perhaps it was the peculiar acoustics of the cave which gave him the illusion that the speakers were standing almost at their elbow. Brill recognised the thin, harsh voice of the old man and grinned again, but it was not a pleasant smile to see.
"There's something wrong, something damnably wrong. What is it, Olga?" ”

“ I'd give ten years' salary and all my chance of promotion for a gun!"
"What shall we do?" she asked after a long silence.
"Stay here till the tide turns, then we'll have to take our chance in the cave. We'd be smashed to pieces if we waited on the beach."
"There's no way up the cliff?"
He shook his head.
"There's a way out through the cave if we can only find it," he said. "One way? A dozen! I tell you that this cliff is like a honeycomb. One of these days it will collapse like froth on a glass of beer! I heard Daver say so, and the mad fellow agreed. Mad? I wish I had his brain! ”

“ Olga Crewe's voice was a little dispirited, but apparently the old man did not notice this.
"You are to have the finest husband in the land, my dear. You shall have a house that any princess would envy. It shall be of white marble with golden cupolas ... you shall be the richest woman in the land, Olga. ”