"And--for another--my late assistant, Mr.Pemberton Bryce." Mitchington's jaw dropped.
"God bless my soul!" he said.

"You don't mean it, doctor! Why, how did you--" "Wait a minute," interrupted Ransford.

He left the room, and the two callers looked at each other.
"This chap knows more than you think," observed Jettison in a whisper.
"More than he's telling now!" "Let's get all we can, then," said Mitchington, who was obviously much surprised by Ransford's last information.

"Get it while he's in the mood." "Let him take his own time," advised Jettison.

"But--you mark me!--he knows a lot! This is only an instalment." Ransford came back--with Dick Bewery, clad in a loud patterned and gaily coloured suit of pyjamas.
"Now, Dick," said Ransford.