Octavus Roy Cohen,
Six Seconds of Darkness — Chapter IX
(1918)
“ The latest was more sensational, perhaps, and rather closer to the bosom of the police department; but murder, robbery—nothing for a professional policeman to lose his head over.He turned on his side, and his eyes rested on the figure of David Carroll. For a second he winked unbelievingly—it was incomprehensible that the smooth, slender, boyish face on the cot beside his belonged to one of the best detectives in the country; a man gentle of manner and modest of demeanour; fair to a fault, and with a code of honour as rigid and unshakable as the Rock of Gibraltar ”
