Mary Roberts Rinehart,
The Circular Staircase — Chapter XXVIII
(1908)
“ At the foot of the circular staircase Mr. Winters was still asleep. Hardly able to stand, I crept back to my room. The door into Gertrude's room was no longer locked: she was sleeping like a tired child. And in my dressing-room Liddy hugged a cold hot-water bottle, and mumbled in her sleep."There's some things you can't hold with handcuffs," she was muttering thickly. ”
