Menlo smiled with a touch of sadness. “I must say you remove the romance most utterly from all this. I had been setting myself in quite dramatic terms. The defecting policeman, meeting out poetic justice to the embezzler by depriving him of his ill-gotten gains, then disappearing again, quite forever, an enigma to all who seek him. But now I find I am merely a participant in a dreary and pedestrian series of quite normal activities–opening doors, driving automobiles, sitting in motel rooms.” He shrugged and spread his hands (page 92).
Stark, R. (1963). The Mourner. Chicago: The University of Chicago Press.