'The manager's compliments, sir, and he thinks there are some old works of travel upstairs that might interest you.' I followed him obediently to an upper floor lined with every kind of volume and with tables littered with maps and engravings.

'This way, sir,' he said, and opened a door in the wall concealed by bogus book-backs.

I found myself in a little study, and Blenkiron sitting in an armchair smoking.
He got up and seized both my hands.

'Why, Dick, this is better than good noos.

I've heard all about your exploits since we parted a year ago on the wharf at Liverpool.