Mary Roberts Rinehart

“ Many things cried for utterance in Ward; his pitiful sense of the girl's loneliness, a yearning desire to comfort her, to be near her—even more that magic night, a mad longing to hold out his arms and coax her into them, as one might coax some shy creature of the woods.
But Elinor was suddenly aloof and distant again. At any time now a car would come wildly down the hill, and toss at her feet its defiance of law and ownership. What had she and this man before her in common? ”

“ But so firmly had old Hilary's respectability been rooted in the public mind that the chief connected Boroday only casually with him.
"You know that I cannot prove this thing on you," he said, "but you know also perfectly well that I can fix you to the tune of about ten years."
"Perfectly correct in both instances," said Boroday. "You cannot prove anything and you can send me up. What is it you want?"
"I want the members of that band of yours," said the chief. "And I want your headquarters. You people have been playing hell in this county long enough; the newspapers are laughing at us. ”

“ Huff and Lethbridge, who had left their car in a thicket over the hill, went first. Talbot followed soon, in his gray car.
"Good luck, boys," said Elinor in echo of her father, from her garden, and went back into the house to watch the clock. At one, or a little sooner—the summer dances were early ones—she was to be in her garden again. The loot would he thrown over the wall. ”