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Sang-froid, I always find, is much easier to assume than one imagines. On the few occasions in life when it has been needed I have produced it in such quantities that I have been quite astonished. Always provided, of course, that there is somebody there to watch.

Beverley Nichols, “Laughter on the Stairs”

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‘We mustn’t touch anything till the police come.’
‘Oh no,’ agreed Gaskin. ‘We mustn’t touch anything.’
Cyril too was very emphatic that we mustn’t touch anything. We had evidently been reading the same detective stories.
So we sat there, staring about us, not touching anything. It got on my nerves.
‘We can’t sit here like dummies, not touching things,’ I said. ‘It’s so negative.’
‘I could touch a drink,’ suggested Cyril.
‘You can’t,’ retorted Gaskin. ‘They’ve taken the whole lot.’
‘Oh Lord!’ snorted Cyril. ’That’s the worst news yet.’

Beverley Nichols, “Laughter on the Stairs”