"You are-- ?" "Mr.Spargo, of the _Watchman_.

You called on me." Mr.Criedir opened the door of a tiny apartment at the rear of the very little shop and motioned his caller to enter.

He followed him in and carefully closed the door.
"Glad to see you, Mr.Spargo," he said genially.

"Take a seat, sir--I'm all in confusion here--giving up business, you see.

Yes, I called on you.