“ His fear-inflamed mind sent the control-signal to his finger-joint to fold back. The trigger sliced back. The blast seemed to lift the booth clear off the floor, drop it down again. A pin-wheel of vac… Cornell Woolrich
“ He's prowling back and forth like a lion with distemper now. There's a shiny streak down one side of his face. I shouldn't have let her go ahead - I ought to be hung! Something's gone wrong. I can't s… Cornell Woolrich
“ A second red-orange spearhead leaps straight at O'Shaughnessy. The whole world seems to stand still. Then the gun behind it crashes, and there's a cataclysm of pain all over him, and a shock goes thro… Cornell Woolrich
