Valentine Williams,
The Man with the Clubfoot — Chapter 18
(1918)
“ Clubfoot laughed noisily, but I reflected mournfully that in my present sorry plight, unwashed and unshaven, in filthy clothes, haled along like a common pickpocket, even my own mother would not have recognized me. ”
Valentine Williams,
The Man with the Clubfoot — Chapter 18
(1918)
“ I was in their hands properly now, and whether they got the document or not, my doom was sealed."I will pay you the compliment of saying, my dear Captain Okewood," Clubfoot remarked in that urbane voice of his which always made my blood run cold, "that never before in my career have I devoted so much thought to any single individual, in the different cases I have handled, as I have to you. As an individual, you are a paltry thing: it is rather your remarkable good fortune that interests me as a philosopher of sorts. ”
Valentine Williams,
The Man with the Clubfoot — Chapter 18
(1918)
“ Clubfoot raised a hand deprecatingly."I take a pride in my work," he observed half-apologetically. Then he added:"You must not forget that your pretty Countess is not an American. She is a German. She is also a widow. You may not know the relations that existed between her and her late husband, but they were not, I assure you, of such warmth that the Rachwitz family would unduly mourn her loss. Do you suppose we care a fig for all the American ambassadors that ever left the States? ”
