Francis Worcester Doughty

“ And Woglom, river-pirate, murderer, burglar, anything so long as it paid him well enough, was from that minute under the surveillance of as keen a pair of eyes as were ever set in human head.
The villain was one of the gang connected with the old sugar-house, and thither Shadow had tracked him.
The mysterious detective determined to secretly gain access to the place, though that would have been a task to appall the heart of the stoutest detective on the force. ”

“ Meanwhile Shadow was busy.
Off in one corner was a sort of room made by piling up boxes and rubbish. This Cap used as an office, and here he took those with whom he wished to confer privately.
Having learned this, Shadow had determined to extend the passage right up to the office, so that he could overhear what passed within.
Sometimes a natural crevice was made large enough for him to crawl through by a little exertion of strength, and the thing could be done without producing any noise whatever. ”

“ The stuff he moved settled and closed up the passage behind him, hemmed him into a little space of two feet by six and high enough for him to kneel in, and here he must stay until released, for the stuff just there was too heavy for him to even budge.
He must reveal himself or starve to death! ”