There was a concentrated fury in the grip on his arm and a strange wildness in the man's speech.

"Do you know where he is?
In a beautivault built like an 'ouse in Highgate Cemetery.

There's two little doors that open like the door of a church, and you go down some steps to it." "Who are you ?" asked Milburgh, his teeth chattering.
"Don't you know me ?" The little man peered at him.

"You've heard him talk about me.

Sam Stay--why, I worked for two days in your Stores, I did.