‘Nothing in this modern life our ours,’ said Mr. Mulliner, taking a sip of his hot Scotch and lemon, ‘is more remarkable than the way in which the mystery novel has gripped the public. Your true enthusiast, deprived of his favorite reading, will stop at nothing in order to get it. He is like a victim of the drug habit when withheld from cocaine.’

‘Nothing in this modern life our ours,’ said Mr. Mulliner, taking a sip of his hot Scotch and lemon, ‘is more remarkable than the way in which the mystery novel has gripped the public. Your true enthusiast, deprived of his favorite reading, will stop at nothing in order to get it. He is like a victim of the drug habit when withheld from cocaine.’
P.G. Woodhouse’s Mulliner Nights. “Strychnine in the Soup”