“With a slightly accentuated jaw-line, Inspector Alleyn advanced to the footlights and gazed into the swimming darkness of the stalls. “Mr. Bathgate,” he said. Silence. “Mr. Bathgate,” lied Alleyn, “I can see you.” “You’re not looking in my direction at all,” declared an indignant voice. “Come.”

“With a slightly accentuated jaw-line, Inspector Alleyn advanced to the footlights and gazed into the swimming darkness of the stalls. “Mr. Bathgate,” he said. Silence. “Mr. Bathgate,” lied Alleyn, “I can see you.” “You’re not looking in my direction at all,” declared an indignant voice. “Come.”

— Ngaio Marsh