J. J. Bell, The Red Book Magazine, Volume 15… (1910)
“ If only Grantham lost his grip on the waverers! The thronged chamber was simmering with thrilling rumors and wild anticipations. Few members could recollect a crisis like this. Grantham lay back in his seat, hands clasped negligently, eyes half-closed—his wonted attitude when listening. He looked as if he felt nothing. His nickname of “Cold Steel” still stuck. One of his younger lieutenants was speaking, and now and then Grantham nodded, almost imperceptibly, a chilly approval. Yet his heart was hot. ”
