M. G. Moretti, The Strangling Hands (1938)
“ Our conversation was perfunctory until the head waiter had found us a table in "The stone of Nyi was never found after the night of Tony's death." a secluded corner and Tony had ordered the regular dinner. "Well, what's up?" I asked again. "Something to do with 1925?" He started violently. "How'd you know?" "It wasn't hard to guess. You have friends to go to when you want other things." He gave a rueful little smile. "Prejudices die hard around you, don't they, Mac? But you'll be glad–in the end–that I wrote that book." ”
