H. de Vere Stacpoole and Margaret Stacpoole, The man who found himself (Smith's Magazine 1920… (1920)
“ They lunched together and discussed dogs, girls, and mutual friends. It was like old times again, but over the liqueurs and over the cigarette smoke there suddenly appeared to Bobby the vision of Tozer. He said good-by to the affluent one and departed. “I've got to work,” said he. His momentary lapse from the direction of the target only served to pull him together, and it seemed, now, as though the luncheon and the lapse had made things easier. He told himself that if he hadn't brains enough to scare up some sort of plot for a six-shilling novel, he had better drown himself. ”
