Harold Ward, The Man in the Black Mask (1921)
“ Beside me lay Grimes, breathing heavily. Innis and Slocum were huddled together across the room, the latter bleeding from a small cut on the forehead. In one corner Burke, the man I had marked as a coward, was sitting up sobbing crooningly to himself,—the victim of hysteria, evidently. The other members of the board sprawled here and there in various attitudes. Backus raised himself to one elbow and gazed about stupidly. The door was burst open with a crash and the room filled with rescuers—factory workmen, their black, smudgy faces expressing their wonderment. ”
