Mary Roberts Rinehart,
The Circular Staircase — Chapter XXIII
(1908)
“ The heavy oak chair almost filled the space between the newel post and the door. With a crash I had turned it on its side, wedging it against the door, its legs against the stairs. I could hear a faint scream from Liddy, at the crash, and then she came down the stairs on a run, with the revolver held straight out in front of her."Thank God," she said, in a shaking voice. "I thought it was you."I pointed to the door, and she understood."Call out the windows at the other end of the house," I whispered. "Run. Tell them not to wait for anything." ”
