Mary Roberts Rinehart

“ He was somewhat daunted at the size and bustling activity of Norada. Its streets were paved and well-lighted, there were a park and a public library, and the clerk at the Commercial Hotel asked him if he wished a private bath! But the development was helpful in one way. In the old Norada a newcomer might have been subjected to a friendly but inquisitive interest. In this grown-up and self-centered community a man might come and go unnoticed.
And he had other advantages. The pack, as he cynically thought of them, would have started at the Clark ranch and the cabin. ”

“ Here in the oil country, where they're cutting each other's throats for new leases, we let a man alone. But if you've any idea of taking that car by the back road to the old fire station where Jud Clark's supposed to have spent the winter, I'll just say this: we've had two stuck up there for a week, and the only way I see to get them back is a cyclone. ”

“ Do you know the brother's name?”
“David, I think. He was a doctor back East somewhere.”
“Then this Henry Livingstone wasn't married? Or at least had no children?”
“He wasn't married. He was a sort of hermit. He'd been dead two days before any one knew it. My wife went out when they found him and got him ready for the funeral. He was buried before the brother got here.” He glanced at Bassett shrewdly. “The place has been prospected for oil, and there's a dry hole on the next ranch. I tell my wife nature's like the railroad. ”