Quotation from: The Little Lady of the Big House

Written by: Jack London

Nor was Dick ever to know that Paula had come so near to him with her
need and gone away. Again, not aimlessly, but to run through for the
last time the notes of the scribble pad by his bed, he was out on his
sleeping porch. His house was in order. There was nothing left but to
sign up the morning's dictation, answer several telegrams, then would
come lunch and the hunting in the Sycamore hills. Oh, he would do it
well. The Outlaw would bear the blame. And he would have an eye-
witness, either Froelig or Martinez. But not both of them. One pair of
eyes would be enough to satisfy when the martingale parted and the
mare reared and toppled backward upon him into the brush. And from
that screen of brush, swiftly linking accident to catastrophe, the
witness would hear the rifle go off.