'I live there.' 'Live at Brass's the attorney's!' cried Mr Witherden in some surprise: having professional knowledge of the gentleman in question.
'Aye,' was the reply.

'I entered on his lodgings t'other day, chiefly because I had seen this very board.

It matters little to me where I live, and I had a desperate hope that some intelligence might be cast in my way there, which would not reach me elsewhere.

Yes, I live at Brass's--more shame for me, I suppose ?' 'That's a mere matter of opinion,' said the Notary, shrugging his shoulders.

'He is looked upon as rather a doubtful character.' 'Doubtful ?' echoed the other.