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It cannot be said that Mr. Chitterwick really enjoyed his visit to Ashton-under-Lyne. To some individuals Ashton-under-Lyne may represent everything that is gayest, most beautiful and most desirable in the human cosmogony; and who shall say that they are wrong? These things are a matter of comparison, and one whose outlook had hitherto been limited to Sheffield might well think all this and more of Ashton. But if there are such persons, Mr. Chitterwick very soon discovered that he was not one of them. To him Ashton-under-Lyne explained in three minutes more of our prevailing industrial discontent than he had been able to understand from other sources in thirty years.

— Anthony Berkeley, The Piccadilly Murder