Mrs. Wilson Woodrow,
The Red Book Magazine, Volume 36…
(1921)
“ Achison drew a breath of profound irritation, and then with an air of resigned patience lighted a cigarette. “It seems to me,” he said with a show of disgust, “that the person with you might be better employed than in fostering and abetting your crazy obsessions. I respect your age, and have nothing more to say.” “Don't bluff, Achison.” The cracked old voice had a ring of power in it. “I've played these cutthroat games myself You're a master of them, but it's of no use. When I explain a little further. you'll come down from your high horse and hand over the missal.” ”
