He has shown nothing but his shell.

As easily might the tone of a delicate musical instrument be inferred from its case, as the tone of Mr.Tulkinghorn from his case.
He now interposes, addressing the young surgeon in his unmoved, professional way.
"I looked in here," he observes, "just before you, with the intention of giving this deceased man, whom I never saw alive, some employment at his trade of copying.

I had heard of him from my stationer--Snagsby of Cook's Court.

Since no one here knows anything about him, it might be as well to send for Snagsby.

Ah!" to the little crazy woman, who has often seen him in court, and whom he has often seen, and who proposes, in frightened dumb-show, to go for the law-stationer.