How did you find me out ?" "Telephone directory, aided by my natural intelligence," Wingate replied.
"What are you doing these days ?" "Trying to run straight and finding it filthily difficult," the other answered.
"What do you call yourself, anyway ?" Wingate asked.

"There's nothing except your name on the board downstairs." Slate nodded.
"I'm the only one in the building," he said, "who isn't either a theatrical agent or a bookmaker.

I've got just a small connection amongst the riffraff as a man who can be trusted to collect the necessary evidence in a divorce case, especially if there's a little collusion, or find a few false witnesses to help a thief with an alibi.

Once or twice I have even gone so far as to introduce a receiver to a successful thief." "Hm!" Wingate observed.

"You see all sorts of life." "I do indeed," Slate admitted.