A bell rang directly, which had a new tone in it to my ears.
"Too bad," said the doctor, turning round again to the runners; "really too bad, gentlemen, to suspect me of that!" Shaking his head deprecatingly, he moved back to the corner, pulled aside something in the wall, disclosed the mouth of a pipe which was a perfect novelty to me, and called down it.
"Moses!" It was the first time I had heard that name in the house.
"Who is Moses ?" inquired the officers both together, advancing on him suspiciously.
"Only my servant," answered the doctor.

He turned once more to the pipe, and called down it: "Bring up the Stilton Cheese, and a bottle of the Old Madeira." The cheese we had in use at that time was of purely Dutch extraction.
I remembered Port, Sherry, and Claret in my palmy dinner-days at the doctor's family-table; but certainly not Old Madeira.

Perhaps he selfishly kept his best wine and his choicest cheese for his own consumption.
"Sam," said one of the runners to the other, "you look to our civil friend here, and I'll grab Moses when he brings up the lunch." "Would you like to see what the operation of coining is, while my man is getting the lunch ready ?" said the doctor.

"It may be of use to me at the trial, if you can testify that I afforded you every facility for finding out anything you might want to know.

Only mention my polite anxiety to make things easy and instructive from the very first, and I may get recommended to mercy.