Hence it was that, when I picked up my morning paper and read in great flaring head-lines on the front page that Mrs. Burlingame’s diamond stomacher had been stolen from her at her Onyx Cottage at Newport, I smiled broadly, and slapped the breakfast-table so hard in my satisfaction that even the shredded-wheat biscuits flew up into the air and caught in the chandelier.

—from R. Holmes & co: Being the Remarkable Adventures of Raffles Holmes, Esq., Detective and Amateur Cracksman by Birth, by John Kendrick Bangs