"In that case we had better discuss it in a cosy room rather than in this wind-swept market-place," said he.

"But pray tell me, before we go farther, who it is that I have the pleasure of assisting." The man hesitated for an instant.

"My name is John Robinson," he answered with a sidelong glance.
"No, no; the real name," said Holmes sweetly.

"It is always awkward doing business with an alias." A flush sprang to the white cheeks of the stranger.

"Well then," said he, "my real name is James Ryder." "Precisely so.