J. C. Snaith, The Council of Seven (1921)
“ Saul Hartz smiled. On all occasions his power of recovery was automatic. As became one who saw himself as a modern dictator, he allowed nothing to come between the wind and his nobility.The eyes of John Endor would have quelled a lesser man. They merely goaded the Colossus into action.“I wonder if we are going to the same place.” Hartz’s voice, which seldom rose above a husky wheeze and yet had the power of carrying a great distance, had a note of half insolent bonhomie. It had, too, the complacence [143] of one who does not disguise that he has sized up all things in the visible universe. ”
