Grant Allen,
The Pirate of Cliveden Reach
(1898)
“ I told her not the least; and the rain coming on at the nick of time, I ran down the path with my canoe under my arm, stopped her and took it, chucked my revolver on shore where I could find it again, stuck the money into my pocket, and flung away the bag; and not one of you even thought of searching my pockets! You thought a detective could do no wrong. Oh, you're just about as fit to be High Constable of a county as I am fit to be Archbishop of Canterbury. And I wish to goodness I was. With fifteen thousand a year, no man has a temptation to be anything but virtuous. ”
