His name was Joseph James Snowdon.

When I last heard of him, he was working at a 'lectroplater's in Clerkenwell.

That was thirteen years ago.

I deal openly with you; I shall thank you if you'll do the like with me.' 'See, will you just come in?
I've got a few friends in the front-room; there's been a death in the 'ouse, an' there's sickness, an' we're out of order a bit, I'll ask you to come downstairs.' It was late in the afternoon, and though lights were not yet required in the upper rooms, the kitchen would have been all but dark save for the fire.

Mrs.Peckover lit a lamp and bade her visitor be seated.