He feigns, too, to be a Doctor of Divinity in Salamanca University; but that is another of his lies, as I know for a truth.

What we wish to know, however, is how he knows so much of our movements during these last months; for not one of us has seen him.

You have been to and fro to our lodgings a great deal, Mr.Mallock.Have you ever seen, hanging about the streets outside any of them, a fellow with a deformed kind of face--so that his mouth--" And at that I broke in: for I had never forgotten the man's face, against whom I had knocked one night in Drury Lane.
"I have seen the very man," I cried.

"He is of middle stature; with a little forehead and nose and a great chin." "That is the man," said Mr.Whitbread.

"When did you see him ?" I told them that it was on the night that I found Mrs.Ireland and her daughter come from the play.
"He was standing in the mouth of the passage opposite," I said, "and watched me as I went in." "He will have been watching many nights, I think," said Mr.Whitbread, "here, and in Duke Street, and at my own lodgings too." I asked what he would do that for, if he had his tale already.
"That he may have more truth to stir up with his lies," said Mr.
Whitbread.