night-catch

Updated: June 26, 2025

"H'm must be a wire," he muttered, and he shuffled quickly over the faded carpet into the front room. The door shook with a third knocking that sounded like fist blows. Griffith's eyes sharpened with the look of a man who has lived in rough places and scents danger. He turned the night-catch and stepped to one side as he flung the door open. Before him stood a tall young man in an English topcoat.

Robert Ames Bennet - Out of the Primitive