I found him much troubled over the disappearance of his little spaniel.

It had wandered on to the moor and had never come back.

I gave him such consolation as I might, but I thought of the pony on the Grimpen Mire, and I do not fancy that he will see his little dog again.
"By the way, Mortimer," said I as we jolted along the rough road, "I suppose there are few people living within driving distance of this whom you do not know ?" "Hardly any, I think." "Can you, then, tell me the name of any woman whose initials are L.L. ?" He thought for a few minutes.
"No," said he.

"There are a few gipsies and labouring folk for whom I can't answer, but among the farmers or gentry there is no one whose initials are those.

Wait a bit though," he added after a pause.