Sax Rohmer,
Bat Wing — Chapter XIX
(1921)
“ I wonder how I can induce him to requisition Scotland Yard?” He rested his chin in his hand and stared down reflectively at the carpet. I thought that he looked very haggard, as he sat there in the early morning light, dressed as for dinner. There was something pathetic in the pose of his bowed head. Leaning across, I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t get despondent, old chap,” I said. “You have not failed yet.” “Oh, but I have, Knox!” he cried, fiercely, “I have! He came to me for protection. Now he lies dead in his own house. Failed? I have failed utterly, miserably.” ”
