This is plain and easy work, Copplestone--no corners in it.

We'll strike oil before noon." They struck oil at the very next hotel they called at--an old-fashioned house in close proximity to the harbour.

There was a communicative landlord there who evidently possessed and was proud of a retentive memory, and he no sooner heard the reason of Gilling's call upon him than he bustled into activity, and produced the register of the previous year.
"But I remember the young gentleman you're asking about," he remarked, as he took the book from a safe and laid it open on the table in his private room.

"Not a common name, is it?
He came here about eleven o'clock of the night you've mentioned--there you are!--there's the entry.

And there--higher up--is the name of the man who came to meet him.