Fred M. White, The Mystery of the Ravenspurs
“ In his quiet, masterly style Tchigorsky pushed his way up the stairs. Ralph Ravenspur followed, his hand upon the Russian's arm. He could feel the swish of satin draperies go by him; he caught the perfume on the warm air."Why do you drag me here?" he grumbled. "I can see nothing; it only bewilders me. I should have been far happier in your study.""You mope too much," Tchigorsky said gaily. "To mingle with one's fellows is good at times. I know so many people who are here to-night." ”
