Has an indistinct impression of his aristocratic repute.
"Did you wish to see him, sir ?" "Yes." "It's what I seldom do myself," says Mr.Krook with a grin.

"Shall I call him down?
But it's a weak chance if he'd come, sir!" "I'll go up to him, then," says Mr.Tulkinghorn.
"Second floor, sir.

Take the candle.

Up there!" Mr.Krook, with his cat beside him, stands at the bottom of the staircase, looking after Mr.Tulkinghorn.

"Hi-hi!" he says when Mr.Tulkinghorn has nearly disappeared.