H. Bedford-Jones, The Trail of Jeopardy (1926)
“ Why had Marmont dumped that one suitcase at the anything-but-respectable dram-shop? Ogilvy found it worth pondering. He knew what queer things might happen in this town. Le Havre is a survival of the days when packet rats afloat were the prime seamen of the world, and ashore were the veriest dregs of humanity. There is nothing cheerful about the dull gray city; it holds an aspect of neglect and hopeless dreariness and grime, while its Norman folk are noted for their incivility. ”
