The minuteness of his business only added to the enormity of his crime.

He was born in an attic on a pile of old breeches.

He was a damned dissenter--called himself a Particular Baptist.

He kept a stinking slopshop in Bishopsgate Street, and a still more stinking schism-shop in Shoreditch." ("Why the devil shouldn't he ?" murmured Louis.) "Salvation free, gratis, for nothing, and five per cent, discount for ready money." Louis was amused, but profoundly uncomfortable.

This particular detail of Tyson's biography was not one of the things he knew; if it had been, he would naturally have avoided the most distant allusion to it.