Can't say I ever heard of him before." "What d'you mean?
See here, I'm in a hurry; no kid, Simpson." "Well, it might be Poll-parrot.

As a matter of fact, it's Lord Polperro." Gammon gazed fixedly at the young man.
"Lord Polperro?
By jorrocks!" "Know him, Mr.Gammon ?" asked another of the clerks.
"I know his name.

All right, I'll wait." Musing on the remarkable coincidence--which seemed to prove beyond doubt that there still existed some connexion between the family of Quodling and the titled house which he had heard of from Greenacre--he stood in the entrance passage, and looked out for five minutes through the glass door at the fog-dimmed traffic of Norton Folgate.

Then a step sounded behind him.

He moved aside and saw a man in a heavy fur-lined overcoat, with a muffler loose about his neck; a thin, unhealthy-looking man, with sharp eyes, rather bloodshot, which turned timidly this way and that, and a high-bridged nose.