This was given out, sir, to a writer who lodges just over on the opposite side of the lane." Mr.Tulkinghorn has seen the entry, found it before the law-stationer, read it while the forefinger was coming down the hill.
"WHAT do you call him?
Nemo ?" says Mr.Tulkinghorn.

"Nemo, sir.

Here it is.

Forty-two folio.

Given out on the Wednesday night at eight o'clock, brought in on the Thursday morning at half after nine." "Nemo!" repeats Mr.Tulkinghorn.