Edgar Wallace,
The Just Men of Cordova — III.
(1917)
“ Sir Isaac fingered his moustache nervously. “It’s all rot to say they don’t exist; we know what they did six years ago, and I don’t like this other man a bit,” he grumbled.“Don’t like which other man?”“This interfering policeman,” he replied irritably. “Can’t he be squared?”“The constable?”“Yes; you can square constables, I suppose, if you can square sergeants.” Sir Isaac Tramber had the gift of heavy sarcasm.Black stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Curiously enough,” he said, “I have never thought of that. I think we can try.” He glanced at his watch. ”
