L. T. Meade and Robert Eustace, The Heart of a Mystery — VI. the Lost Square (1901)
“ I said; "an Englishman does not repeat himself." "Very well," he said. "Now listen." He bent eagerly forward, his swarthy face was flushed, and his eyes glistened. "Do you know Lisbon?" "Yes," I said. He looked startled for a moment, then he said slowly, "I forgot; you are a friend of Pinheiro's. Lisbon is that great detective's headquarters. Knowing our city, you will understand the better the description I am going to give you." He bent forward, lowering his voice and fixing his somewhat prominent black eyes on my face. "In Lisbon," said Da Costa, "there is a certain house. ”
