They evidently suspected him.
'There is a man in the passage now,' said Mr.Tupman.
'It's the man I spoke to you about,' said Mr.Pickwick; 'I sent for him to the Borough this morning.

Have the goodness to call him up, Snodgrass.' Mr.Snodgrass did as he was desired; and Mr.Samuel Weller forthwith presented himself.
'Oh--you remember me, I suppose ?' said Mr.Pickwick.
'I should think so,' replied Sam, with a patronising wink.

'Queer start that 'ere, but he was one too many for you, warn't he?
Up to snuff and a pinch or two over--eh ?' 'Never mind that matter now,' said Mr.Pickwick hastily; 'I want to speak to you about something else.

Sit down.' 'Thank'ee, sir,' said Sam.

And down he sat without further bidding, having previously deposited his old white hat on the landing outside the door.