Robert Welles Ritchie,
A Hole in the Make-up
(1913)
“ But Holmes’ brain had no such ease-hunting slant. In the profession he was “a live wire”; no man in the whole city was quite as quick in smelling out a real live story and getting it into type. McFadden began to bark at him before Holmes was inside the door. “It’s true,” he said. “That tip we got from the New York office! The Old Man’s here, and he’s coming over to rake us some time this afternoon—probably just about the time I’m making up the three o’clock.” “Well, what about it?” Holmes was a man who steadfastly refused to get excited. ”
