Edgar Wallace,
The Ringer — Chapter 2
(1926)
“ He's him! God, how that man frightens me—frightens me sick! He's got one idea—kill—kill—kill!" She breathed the words."He'll not come back!""Not unless he's crazy. I'll tell you, Li, as much as any man ought to know. I haven't seen him. If I die that's true. He's been ill, too—pleurisy or sump'n'. He wouldn't let me see him; it nearly drove me mad! I've spoken to him a dozen times—and he's passed me in the street twice as close as I am to you. And I didn't know him, though I remembered seeing the man and saw him looking at me—thought he was trying to get fresh. ”
