Fred M. White, The Master Criminal — General Marcos (1898)
“ Gryde smiled. “Why fight facts?”“Then you admit you are an impostor. If you would like to do anything——”Gryde rose to his feet, his hand went behind him. The light of battle was in his eyes. It was one man against thousands. There was a million to one chance.“I should like,” he said, “I should like to do this.”As the last word escaped his lips he jumped from the platform to the floor. Then the gas-lights gleamed upon a revolver barrel.“Back!” Gryde cried. “The first man who touches me dies.” ”
