He was not unacquainted with some of the Grub Street scribblers.

One man he had employed three or four years before, when Jacobitism was rampant, in running to earth the writers of seditious pamphlets and broad sheets.

The man was Tom Jarvis.
Rofflash knew Tom's favourite haunts, and after looking in at various taverns, lighted upon him at the "Angel and Sun." He also lighted upon Vane.

Vane he could see was well on the way towards forgetfulness, but Captain Jeremy wasn't one to run any risks, so he held aloof from the party, and waited while the landlord went about his errand.
Presently Jarvis looked in the direction of the fireplace, and Rofflash beckoned him and laid his fingers on his lip in token of silence.

Jarvis quietly slipped away and joined Rofflash.
"Devil take it, my gallant captain!" growled Jarvis, "but you look in fine feather.