Edgar Wallace

“ The doctor stooped and picked up a small silver dish, piled high with candy.
"But they seldom eat chocolates," he said, and Wembury laughed irritably.
"You're becoming a detective in spite of yourself. Meister has—queer tastes." ”

“ Only one light was burning, and he pointed.
"Put on the others," he said. "See if you can wake him, doctor."
Lomond lifted the sleeping man until he sat erect, and then let him fall back with a crash against the padded back of the chair. Mr. Meister mumbled something in his sleep, turned his head and began to snore.
"Have you tried burning his ears?" suggested the helpful Haggitt, and was sternly ordered to be quiet. "Can't a man express his emotions?" asked Mr. Haggitt wrathfully. "There's no law against that, is there? Mr. Wembury, is Peter dead?" ”

“ And yet he walked ... a dead man! That is inexplicable—one of the many mysteries which come to every surgeon in the course of his practice."
"You're getting your romance, doctor," said Alan quietly, and the doctor made a little face.
"I don't want any more of it, thank you," he said.
Alan looked at his watch. He had already lost time, and Meister's danger now was a terrific one. The police car was waiting at the door and the four men bundled in, and were hardly settled before the machine drew up at Meister's open door. ”