Talbot Mundy, The King in Check — Chapter 2 (1922)
“ Grim asked, and the man in bed closed up like a clam that has been touched.He was a strange-looking fellow—rather like one of those lean Spaniards whom Goya used to paint, with a scant beard turning gray, and hollow cheeks. He had thrown off the gray army blanket because fever burned him, and his lean, hard muscles stood out as if cast in bronze."But for the Jews, Feisul would be king of all this land this minute!" he said suddenly, and closed up tight again.Grim smiled. He nearly always does smile when apparently at a loose end. ”
