"Bring me the books, Bill," said he.
The small boy brought round a small thin volume and a great greasy-backed one, laying them out together beneath the hanging lamp.
"Now then, Mr.Cocksure," said the salesman, "I thought that I was out of geese, but before I finish you'll find that there is still one left in my shop.

You see this little book ?" "Well ?" "That's the list of the folk from whom I buy.

D'you see?
Well, then, here on this page are the country folk, and the numbers after their names are where their accounts are in the big ledger.
Now, then! You see this other page in red ink?
Well, that is a list of my town suppliers.

Now, look at that third name.

Just read it out to me." "Mrs.Oakshott, 117, Brixton Road--249," read Holmes.
"Quite so.