Edwin Balmer,
The Surakarta
(1913)
“ Drops of blood fell on the floor and blood was running down inside his sleeve as he tried to move the chair again. The chair had grown strangely heavy. He could not move it to that one section of wall still unexamined where he felt certain now the emerald was hidden. While he struggled with it, the door came down. Baraka and the Javanese in one wild, pushing, exclaiming mass hurled themselves upon him. Somewhere among the figures crowding into the room, it seemed to Hereford's dizzy senses, was his ward, Lorine. ”
