P. G. Wodehouse

“ Tall, muscular, square-shouldered, with the bulldog jaw and twinkling gray eye of the born leader. You look at him and turn away satisfied. You have seen a man!”
Lady Jane, who had fallen in love with the abbey some years before, during a visit to the neighborhood, had prevailed upon her square-shouldered lord to turn his twinkling gray eye in that direction, and the captain of industry, with the remark that here, at last, was a real bully old sure-fire English stately home, had sent down builders and their like, not in single spies, but in battalions, with instructions to get busy. ”

“ But if you were thinking of bringing down a detective to watch over Julia's necklace, Pat, you needn't trouble. I believe she takes one about with her wherever she goes, disguised as Thomas' valet.”
“Still, me dear——”
“Pat, you're absurd,” laughed Lady Jane. “I won't have you littering up the house with great, clumsy detectives. You must remember that you aren't in horrid New York now, where everybody you meet wants to rob you. Who is it that you suspect? Who is the—what is the word you're so fond of? Crook. That's it. Who is the crook?” ”

“ McEachern, for his part, regarded Spennie as a boy who would get into mischief unless he had an eye fixed upon him. So he proceeded to fix that eye.
“Yes, I must be seeing Harding about getting the rooms ready. Spennie's friend is bringing his man with him.”
“Who is his friend?”
“He doesn't say. He just says he's a man he met in London.”
“H'm!”
“And what does that grunt mean, I should like to know? I believe you've begun to suspect the poor man already, without seeing him.”
“I don't say I have. But a man can pick up strange people in London.”
“Pat, you're perfectly awful. ”