R. C. W. Ettinger, The penultimate trump (1948)
“ H.D. Haworth pronounced a certain four-letter word. Garibaldi Jones cast his eyes to the heavens and tore his hair, coming away empty-handed, of course."Well, what's wrong with that?" Stevens snapped, a little color in his face. "Don't the people have a right to know?""Young man," quavered H.D., tottering to his feet and shaking the bony forefinger, "what you know about people I could stick in my—""Wait a minute, Mr. Haworth," Garry soothed. "Let me explain to Dr. Stevens how it is. Please don't excite yourself. Remember," he coaxed, "we don't want a heart attack now, do we?" ”
