“They passed through the billiard-room, where the Colonel was making a sensational break, and into the small conservatory which led from it. Lord” — Dorothy L. Sayers Copy Share Image
As I stood there absorbing Hammett's novel, the slot machines at the back of the shop were clanking and whirring, and in the billiard room upstairs the perpetual poker game was being played. — Ross MacDonald Copy Share Image
