Sax Rohmer

“ In the name of sanity, what had overcome him? At half an hour before midnight he had sat down to his report ... his report! Now came the truth greyly dawning. This was no repetition of a dream. It was a recurrence of an experience of the previous night-hitherto inexplicably forgotten!
He turned feverishly to the writing pad upon his table. His pencil lay beside it. The pad was blank.
"Good God!" Carey muttered, and raised his hand again to his head. "Am I—am I going mad?" ”

“ His Japanese servant, wearing a blue kimono over his night gear, and having his bare feet thrust into red slippers, was standing three stairs down.
Ecko smiled apologetically.
"I very sorry if I p'raps disturbing you," he said.
"Disturbing me!" Carey cried angrily. "What the devil are you doing out at this time of night and dressed like that?"
"No, I don't go out," explained Ecko, mounting to the lobby. "I creepa down all quiet and no light—no light. I t'ink you working and I don't try disturbing you." ”

“ Entrusted by the highest authorities with a task of great delicacy, he had on two occasions sat down to make his report-a report containing almost incredible facts, facts pointing to a conspiracy of dimensions hitherto unheard of, to the existence of some central control, combining criminal and political ambitions so ramified yet interwoven as to defy analysis—and on both occasions, it would appear, he had fallen asleep! ”